Facing Fang Cui's tearful complaint, the onlookers couldn't help but chatter.
"Could Jiang Ruan really be Chen Miao? The way she speaks makes it sound like it's not fake."
"I think so too, but that's too outrageous. Changing name for fame, tsk tsk, the entertainment industry is just chaotic."
"Exactly, exactly."
Some clear-headed bystanders sneered disdainfully.
"Why didn't she come to make trouble when Jiang Ruan wasn't famous? Frankly, it's just jealousy because Jiang Ruan is rich now, taking advantage of the situation."
This person was brought by Sister Qin.
She deliberately spoke loudly.
The surrounding discussions grew louder.
Hearing it, Fang Cui's eyes reddened in anger as she glared, suddenly anxious.
"You bitch, what are you saying? How dare you say I'm jealous of her? I raised her for so many years, giving her food and drink, it's only right she supports us."
