Now, the news of Xia Weibao acting like a diva had truly been established.
Already in a precarious position, the current situation was imaginable.
Weibo once again fell into chaos, filled with a chorus of curses.
Seeing Xia Weibao get roasted on hot search again, Lin Mier laughed until she nearly shook apart.
Then, with a look of disdain, she scoffed, "Xia Weibao, oh Xia Weibao, I never thought you'd be so stupid, you deserve to be cursed to death!"
To not cherish a role gained through sleeping around, how can someone be so stupid in this world.
Her agent also felt bewildered, "Xia Weibao must be sick, thinking she's still the hot Film Queen of her early days, acting all high and mighty? She should take a look at the mess she's in."
In her many years as an agent, she had never come across such a foolish artist!
Lin Mier was utterly delighted.
Xia Weibao had crafted her own downfall, and she had finally vented her spleen.
She felt both physically and mentally refreshed.
