The internet was in an uproar, little knowing that the Directing Team was also tearing its hair out.
The director felt this was the worst slander he had suffered in his entire life.
He knew there was no script, his staff knew there was no script, and Su Jiu and the others knew there was no script, yet the livestream viewers were convinced they had one.
"Does the Production Team not intend to explain this business about a script?"
"Are rookies these days already this good at hyping up their public personas? Our country prohibits promoting feudal superstition. Careful your act doesn't crash and burn, pretty girl."
"Speaking of which, Xia Yao really puts on a convincing act, like he genuinely has no idea what's going on. Tsk, disgusting."
Comment after comment scrolled across the screen before the director's eyes. He rolled his eyes, no longer having the strength to keep watching.
He merely urged the person beside him, "Post something on Weibo to clear things up."
The staff member sighed. "We don't have any solid evidence to prove our innocence. If we just put out a bare statement on Weibo, I'm afraid it might provoke a backlash..."
The director waved a hand. "Forget it, forget it. Leave it for now."
As he spoke, his gaze settled on Su Jiu on the screen again. "So what exactly is going on with this girl?"
The director had lived for over forty years and had never seen anyone so beautiful, but likewise, he had never seen anyone so strange.
Could Su Jiu have spoken with them in private?
The director shook his head, finding that unlikely. Ever since arriving here, she had remained on camera, and her unfamiliarity with the other guests really did not seem feigned.
Especially since there was some