Su Yi had written the script.
If he had nothing to hide, he wouldn't have needed to keep things from us.
Now everyone could see that something was wrong with him.
"Su Yi!"
The director stormed over, grabbed him by the collar, and shouted, "What the hell did you do? I, Hong Gang, have never treated you badly! I paid you top market rates for every script you wrote. Are you trying to screw me over?"
Su Yi suddenly looked up, his eyes red. "I wasn't trying to screw any of you over. I didn't know anything would happen."
"Then tell us the truth," I urged. "Tell us everything, so people don't get the wrong idea about you."
The director let go of him, too. Su Yi wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes and told us, "I have a younger sister named Su Lan. She graduated from the Arts Academy. She's very pretty-she was even the campus beauty back in school."
"She studied classical dance, and after graduating, she joined a dance troupe. The troupe has some recognition in our industry. When TV dramas or films need to shoot classical dance scenes, they invite my sister's troupe to take part."
"Once, my sister and the others received an invitation to shoot classical dance scenes for a movie. The male lead was Lu Yihao."
By that point, we understood.
"Your sister met Lu Yihao on that film?"
"No."
Su Yi said, "My sister Su Lan already liked Lu Yihao when he was still an internet celebrity. She was still in school then, and every month, she spent half her living allowance watching his livestreams."
"Later, Lu Yihao entered the entertainment industry and moved up quite a few rungs, so more and more people started liking him. After all,