Meng Jiahe had already run upstairs when she saw the trending search again, but it was all too late. As the topic on social media grew more intense, she was devastated.
"Qiaoqiao! How could you use your main account to like Chen Ling's Weibo post? It doesn't look good... Now the whole internet thinks you're a fan of Chen Ling, and you've added so much popularity and fans for him. Our brother Chaoyuan has become a nobody."
"...But I've already liked it, and don't you like him? Adding popularity and fans for him is a good thing."
Sang Qiao was also bewildered. She hadn't realized her account had so many followers. In her memory, wasn't she not very popular?
"Let it be, what's done is done. Aren't you afraid that Chen Ling will really overshadow Chaoyuan? Jiang Chaoyuan is our agency's artist!"
Meng Jiahe was somewhat resigned. She had observed that Jiang Chaoyuan had been slacking off more and more lately, but he was the last one in the debut position, so he wasn't eliminated.
