In the stretched Lincoln moving forward, Will Smith, dressed in a black suit, was gazing out the window. Sitting beside him were Terry Smith, Jada Pinkett Smith, and their youngest son Jaden. Today was supposed to be a happy day, attending the Oscars with his family as a nominee for Best Actor—what a wonderful thing! But there was a sense of regret and sorrow in his heart that he couldn't shake off, and his family felt the same.
The reason for this was the absence of that brilliantly smiling miraculous director, currently held in New York's Rek Island Prison, and it had been four days.
"Dad, do they have TVs in prison?" Terry Smith, dressed neatly and looking handsome, suddenly thought of something. Turning his head to Will, he asked with interest, "Can Yang watch tonight's Oscar ceremony? They must have one, right?"
