The critical comments received numerous likes and approvals from netizens.
The popularity skyrocketed.
As good as Mr. and Mrs. Smith's reputation once was, now, there are just as many people ridiculing them. Some even dug up videos of their huge contributions to charity as a topic of conversation, while others simply sighed in regret.
"Lyra."
"Someone's here to pick you up."
"You can leave now."
The door opened, and the messenger left after delivering the message.
Lyra, sitting on a rectangular bench with Uncle Trey's coat draped over her, had been sitting like this for the entire night. Her hair was a little messy, and her eyes were filled with red blood vessels.
Not until the door was opened and someone called her name and told her that someone had vouched for her, could she leave.
