"Director Lu, does our project feature this walking toy bear?"
The person in charge of monitoring the broadcasting asked.
Lu Ban glanced at it.
The toy bear was fluffy and soft, not like there was someone inside it—it seemed like a living being.
This thing definitely wasn't part of the "Glass Flower" script.
"Yes, don't worry about it."
Lu Ban responded decisively.
In this small town of his, there really were quite a few inexplicable things.
Lu Ban arrived outside the main control room. It was the first evening of the live broadcast; the weather was clear, and he could see the glimmering waves of Lingjiang, reflecting the sunset, exceptionally beautiful.
Where there used to be an amusement park by the riverbank, now there was nothing but weeds and scattered stones.
"As long as it doesn't interfere with the broadcast, there's no problem."
Lu Ban confirmed.