Linda felt both heartache and annoyance. Han Bi popped open another bottle of wine and chugged it down. Linda watched her drown her sorrows in alcohol with a complex look in her eyes and suddenly said, "Han Bi, since you hate Wen Nuan so much, why not ruin her? She's a public figure, it would be easy to stir up some indecent news about her. Once her popularity plummets, you'd have your revenge."
"What did you say?" Han Bi stopped, looking intently at Linda, "You want me to do such a despicable thing? You know the rules of our industry better than anyone else."
As an artist, a public figure, it was taboo even to speak ill of colleagues on a regular day, let alone sabotage them behind their backs, unless one could cover their tracks completely; otherwise, it would backfire spectacularly.
