The words blurred before her eyes as she skimmed through it.
In less than ten minutes, the post had already spread to over ten thousand people. Comments flooded in by the second.
Lin Qian's chest tightened. A water army. Someone had paid for this smear campaign, boosting it to make sure it went viral.
Her eyes darted to the photos attached.
Her current rehearsal outfit.
The exact moment the manager had told her she wouldn't be needed anymore.
Someone had been filming. Secretly.
Every bit of her humiliation was already online, ripped apart by strangers.
"This…" her manager's voice cracked, tears threatening to spill, "this just happened so fast, Jie. Too fast…"
Lin Qian scrolled through the comments. Each one pierced deeper than the last.
"Finally! Her voice is horrible, she was going to ruin the stage anyway."
"She should never have been on the lineup to begin with."
"Good riddance, she can't sing to save her life."
