Qingyue's water army seized the opportunity. Seeing Sang Ning's latest repost on Weibo, they flocked to the comments section to insult her.
[You're the real ancestor of the production team, huh? Look at the mentors—they're all bowing down to you, scared to offend this big Buddha.]
[Sang, you Bitch, did someone hit your sore spot and now you're hopping mad? Qingyue was just casually sharing some personal thoughts, and here you are, clinging onto it for dear life.]
[Poor Qingyue, not as skilled at sucking up as you are. Didn't you suck up to Shen Yi and Wen Jiu until they're wrapped around your finger?]
Seeing the sea of hateful comments in the comment section, Sang Ning chuckled.
The barefooted aren't afraid of those wearing shoes. She didn't care about going berserk online and exposing everything.
Sang Ning edited another Weibo post.
Moodily Sang: Qingyue, you know the truth yourself—are you really insisting that I spill it all before you'll let this go? @Qingyue
