Her eyes swept over the tabloid again, the mocking words of netizens flashing across the screen. "Lin Qian's singing has always been awful—no loss to the lineup." "Good riddance, she was never Blue Awards material anyway."
Hua Jing exhaled slowly, her fingers tightening around the phone.
She knew Lin Qian. Back in the day, the two of them had crossed paths more than once, and their feud was no secret in the industry. They had fought for endorsements, for stages, for recognition. Hua Jing had never liked her—but even then, she had to admit one thing.
Lin Qian was a very, very good singer.
Her voice had power, emotion, and technique that couldn't be denied. There was no way public opinion would suddenly turn and call her "tone-deaf." No… someone was pushing this narrative.
Bought comments… a water army, Hua Jing thought grimly.
Then, one particular comment caught her eye.
