Fang Hui immediately understood; this was a common tactic in entertainment industry crisis management.
"How about we leak news of Liang Ruofan cheating?"
Ding Meng shook her head. "Liang Ruofan's traffic is already declining. The public has lost interest in him, and this kind of scandal won't cause much of a stir."
Fang Hui suggested, "I can buy some dirt from the paparazzi."
"No need." Ding Meng stopped her, opened her phone, and showed her a video.
The video seemed to be taken backstage at an event. A woman dressed to the nines was crouching on the floor as if dry heaving. Her long hair fell over her face, covering half of it. An assistant next to her handed her a bottle of water, which she took and tilted her head back to drink from.
Though the distance blurred her features somewhat under the lighting, her striking and unmistakable profile made her identity clear to anyone familiar with her face.
Fang Hui exclaimed in surprise, "That's Qiao Wan!"
