Zhao Xin felt as if a bucket of cold water had poured over her head, freezing her entire body. She gripped her phone tightly and asked with difficulty, "Wei Xueying, do you know who the commoner is?"
Wei Xueying was still in the studio, looking confused. "Who?"
"Do you remember what happened to your cousin? Didn't you ask me who your cousin offended that she couldn't even stay in the entertainment industry? I didn't tell you before because the other party had too much backing. I was afraid to tell anyone, and I was afraid that you would do something. Now, I can tell you."
Wei Xueying pricked up her ears and listened intently.
Zhao Xin sneered. "The person your cousin offended is that 'ordinary person'!"
"What?!" Wei Xueying was shocked. Her reaction was huge. Many people had noticed her, but she couldn't care less about her reputation.
"I had Xiao Wang ask around. She has no background. She just—"
