Wen Lu was indeed panicked.
She had only wanted to make Ruan Qi's life difficult, but she had never thought that her own identity would be exposed.
Looking at the topics related to herself on Weibo, and the words Wang Leke had let slip intentionally or unintentionally, Wen Lu felt an uneasy premonition in her heart.
The shrill ring of her cellphone suddenly sounded.
Wen Lu glanced at the caller ID and hurriedly answered the call.
"How could my identity have been exposed? Didn't you say that netizens couldn't trace my identity?" she asked loudly.
"It was an accident," the voice on the phone said darkly. "But having your identity exposed is no big deal. In the eyes of the netizens, you are the victim of the plagiarism incident."
Wen Lu was not comforted.
Just thinking about the possibility of her parents' past scandals being dug up made her feel faint.
"But, but they are now investigating my parents..."