"Here, I don't care about you anymore." Lin Yue placed the phone in Wan Tianning's hand and left angrily.
Wan Tianning got the phone and was overjoyed, quickly opening it to check the messages.
Messages flooded in, and as soon as the phone was turned on, countless notifications kept ringing.
Wan Tianning could only manage to check a few messages from important people, then glanced at Weibo. Having been in the entertainment industry for so many years, she had a bit of common sense about this kind of news.
So quickly, she filtered out the useless information from the chaotic mess, leaving only the useful messages.
"I can't believe this Lin Mimi has now become a street rat, hated by everyone. Such a great opportunity, and Lin Yue didn't tell me sooner. I could have taken advantage of this to play the victim and shot straight to trending." Wan Tianning lamented.
