Before Yan Xiaye had finished reading, Qin Yiren snatched the phone back, her anxious gaze riveted on Yan Xiaye's slightly trembling body, deeply regretting presenting such cruel rumors to her.
But the issue had to be resolved. These rumors were too despicable, denigrating Yan Xiaye's image with every word, and not even allowing her to discreetly consult with Yin Baiyan.
"Xiaye, don't panic, stay calm. I'm going to get Brother Chu to help. His entertainment company has some weight in the industry. I'll ask his artists to hurry and create some scandals to divert those onlookers' attention as quickly as possible!"
The past presented itself in such a bloody manner, viciously ripping open the most painful scar at the bottom of Yan Xiaye's heart.
Unable to contain her trembling, Yan Xiaye staggered towards the wall for support, pulled out her phone, and opened the Yeyan official website page.
