Yan Ruo was in the control room. The people from the production team served him tea, flattering him but also feeling guilty.
Quicksand Mercenary had set up a trap in this place openly, and all the guests' lives were threatened. The production team had to bear a large part of the responsibility.
On the surface, Yan Ruo was an award-winning actor, but the director and the people in the production team all knew that he was inextricably linked to Huan Yu Group, who had invested in them.
Yan Ruo massaged his fingers. He had been the one to repair the system just now with the others assisting him. He had the most work to do, and his fingers were numb from typing on the keyboard.
The light from the screen shone on his face, reflecting his handsome face. His lips were thin and red, making him seem a little too aloof.
