The agent stood beside Sang Qiao, struggling with the decision to tell her about Brother Weichen being bullied, fearing that Sister Qiao would not bother with such trivial matters.
Brother Weichen had no plans to mention these issues, and she worried about meddling unhelpfully. During the time she hesitated, Lin Weichen had already changed into tattered prison clothes, stained with tomato juice.
Upon getting on stage, Lin Weichen's hands were fastened to a piece of wood by the crew. He was too tall, and the wood too short, forcing him to squat.
Senior Weng also took the stage, and according to the script, grabbed his throat. "Admit it! What exactly is your purpose for being close to the Queen?"
"I am innocent." Lin Weichen struggled to breathe, his words came out with great effort.
The wood was too short; his legs felt weak as he squatted, and his neck was uncomfortable. Leaning to one side, he pulled down the foam wood with a bang, flattening it.
"Cut!"
