At that moment, a young female journalist stood up from her seat and said, "It's understandable that you got lost that night due to excessive drinking. Since Luo Ze is an actor from the same crew, he should have known which room was yours. Why didn't he accompany you back to your room? Mu Chen, he's a newcomer. Don't you suspect that he might be using you to climb up the ladder by taking advantage of you?"

The female journalist's question hit the nail on the head. In fact, at first, Mu Chen also had her doubts.

But nothing happened between him and Lu Ze. In these past two days, Lu Ze also didn't present any evidence to threaten him.

For a moment, dusk settled in, and he didn't know how to respond.

"I'll explain." Luo Ze smiled and took the microphone from Mu Chen in front of him. "It's only natural for this journalist friend to suspect that I have ulterior motives. After all, I'm a newcomer, and it's not easy to make it big in such a competitive entertainment industry. Using some tricks is just normal. But this time, you've thought too much. I'm just a minor character in 'Memories of Early Summer'. I joined the crew early, but there isn't a scene to shoot every day. I usually don't stay in the crew because I only stayed at the hotel with the other cast members for the wrap party. So I don't know which room he stayed in. He was vague when he was drunk, and it was too late to bother the hotel staff. That's why I brought him to my room, but I didn't expect it to cause such a big misunderstanding."

After Lu Ze finished speaking, the female journalist seemed to have something else to say. She hesitated for a moment and began, "Well..."

Lu Ze didn't want to give her another chance to speak. These reporters' questions were too boring for him.

He stared at the female journalist with a cold expression and said, "Dear journalist friends, as you often chase news outside and stakeout celebrities, you must have had the experience of staying overnight. Due to various reasons such as budget and convenience, you should have had the experience of sharing a room with your colleagues. It's fine for ordinary people to share a room with a same-sex friend, so why does it become magnified infinitely when it comes to artists?"

The female journalist had nothing more to say and sat back in her seat.

Mucen breathed a sigh of relief on the side. There shouldn't be any more reporters asking random questions now, right?

Just as Mu Chen was thinking about it, a middle-aged woman sitting in the back row stood up. There are probably not many artists in the entertainment industry who are not familiar with this woman. Her name is Zhao Simin. In the earlier years, she had dug up a lot of sensational news about artists. In recent years, she established her own studio and had a few junior reporters under her. They would chase after news and dig into the privacy of celebrities. Artists avoided her like the plague, and if they happened to encounter her, they could only greet her with a smiling face, afraid of offending her.

I did not expect her to come in person today. Mochen really doesn't know whether he should feel happy that she values his scandal, or worry about it.

"I have a few photos here that I'd like to show everyone." Zhao Simin took out several large-sized photos from the file bag in her hand.

In the photo, Mu Chen is seen wearing a bathrobe as he walks out of Lu Ze's room, then quickly leaves with a panicked expression.

Zhao Simin's ability to produce these photos makes Mochen certain that the ones capturing him and Lu Ze were taken by someone from Zhao Simin's studio.

Zhao Simin smiled and showed the photo to everyone, then turned to Mochen and said, "Mochen, if nothing happened between you and the person next to you that evening, why were you so flustered the next morning?"

Zhao Simin used to have some fear towards Muchen, but now, because of these photos, an immediate surge of anger rose in the depths of her heart.

Mu Chen slammed the table and stood up, not even bothering to pick up the microphone. "What does a panicked expression represent? Isn't it all because of you journalists? If an ordinary person runs back and forth in the hotel corridor wearing just a bathrobe, they would be afraid of being seen. As an artist, can't I pay a little attention to my image? I'm acting so flustered because I'm afraid of being photographed by you guys. I don't want to end up in the news wearing a bathrobe. I don't understand why the minds of journalists like you are so unhealthy. Just because two men sleep in the same room, does that mean they're engaging in homosexual activities? Mrs. Zhao, you have a husband, right? At your age, you must have children. I don't know whether you have a son or a daughter, but you should be careful. Don't let them sleep in the same room as their classmates or friends, or else a mother like you might say they are homosexual."

As soon as Mu Chen's words were spoken, there was a burst of laughter from the audience.