BOSS actually has a crush on me

Chapter 69 Who is it?

"It's...it's me." The only staff member of the props team replied tremblingly.

Everyone's eyes focused on him instantly, and Zheng Fanghe asked with a cold face: "Did you bring this thing up?"

"Yes... no... I kept this thing before." The man's voice trembled slightly, his face was full of panic, as if he was worried that Zheng Fanghe would blame himself for it.

In the eyes of everyone, his posture is tantamount to a guilty conscience. Zheng Fanghe looked ready for a storm, but he still asked patiently: "Before you took over, this thing was like this?"

"No, it's not." The man subconsciously looked at the previous staff member, hesitating, "Before...it was quite normal before, but...it was made of foam, not solid wood."

Zheng Fanghe narrowed his eyes suddenly when he heard the words: "In other words, the problem is with you."

As soon as Zheng Fanghe said this, the surrounding atmosphere changed again, and An Ruixin narrowed her eyes dangerously.

Seeing that everyone was looking at him with cold and wary eyes, the staff member suddenly became anxious: "No, no, please listen to my explanation, director. This thing was indeed kept by me before, but I swear that I will never No hands or feet have been touched on this thing."

"Then tell me, since you haven't touched your hands or feet, how did a good foam pillar turn into solid wood?"

"This……"

The man's face was pale, and he didn't know how to explain it. The staff in the same group beside him couldn't help but remind him: "Old Lin, think about it carefully, has anyone touched this thing before this?"

"Yes!" The staff member called "Old Lin" heard this, his eyes lighted up, and he said loudly, "There is one."

Zheng Fang and Hu frowned, and said in a deep voice, "Who?"

"A... a young man in his early twenties. At that time, he came to urge the props, and I happened to be busy with other things, so I couldn't spare my hands, so I asked him to help move the props out. I didn't expect..."

"A young man in his early twenties?" Zheng Fanghe rolled his eyes and turned to look at the crew, "Go, call me all the young men in their early twenties in the crew."

The scene manager was stunned for a moment, and soon understood Zheng Fanghe's plan, and quickly called up young people in their early twenties from the whole crew, and pulled them all in front of Zheng Fanghe.

"Director, all the young people in our crew are here."

Zheng Fanghe nodded, then turned to look at Lao Lin: "Tell me, who is the person who helped you move the props?"

"This..." Lao Lin's eyes swept over the group of young people one by one, but he was surprised to find that the person he saw was not among them.

Looking at Lao Lin's expression, Zheng Fanghe already had a vague guess in his heart: "No?"

Lao Lin's expression was troubled, and Zheng Fanghe's expression was so gloomy that he could squeeze out ink.

Lao Lin also followed Zheng Fanghe for a while, seeing how ugly his face was, "Director, director, you have to trust me, this matter really has nothing to do with me. Although I am not a cultural person, I still have the basic ethics of being a human being. It is absolutely impossible to do such a wicked thing against conscience, director, you have to trust me!"

(End of this chapter)