She looked indifferent, her expression emotionless, yet her words were aggressive.
A flicker of guilt flashed in Song Yuan's eyes; she turned her head and coughed lightly. Sister Lai immediately grabbed a jacket from the nanny van and draped it over her, glaring angrily at Nan Jiaojiao, "You're in charge of the clothes, so if something goes wrong, you're the one responsible. What do you mean you've been let off the hook?"
"The costumes for the crew have always been managed by our styling team, but we've never had someone assigned solely to look after one actor. I'm a member of the styling team; I'm responsible, but I'm not going to take the blame. I'm curious; why was such a big fuss made when it happened, causing the entire crew's filming process to halt because of you? Yet after giving evidence to the police, they didn't catch anyone. It was brushed aside. Was anyone found? How did things get twisted so that I became the culprit?"
