The Weibo post whooped the face of Luo Nanxi and the Bailing TV Festival.
The comments took a sharp turn. No one could mock Lin Wanwan any longer; words of praise filled her fan page.
Lin Wanwan lit a candle for Luo Nanxi in her heart.
How pitiful! The poor girl had posted a bragging Weibo comment only yesterday, and her happiness couldn't even last a single day. God knows how she felt at that moment.
Just then, someone knocked on the door.
Lin Wanwan thought that Tan Zhiyue was summoning her for the shoot, but the vice director's voice came across the room. "Wanwan, Mr. Tang is here, he's waiting for you in the garden."
The god of plague is here!
Ever since the incident on the island, Tang Chen had yet to contact her. She was relieved as she figured that he had finally given up on harassing her.
It looked as if she was too quick to judge.
