"Who are you?"
The people standing next to her frowned at her and said in a particularly fierce tone.
"You said that we are slandering good people. How much do you know, little girl? You are so anxious to stand on the opposite side of the victim. Are you the inflicter?"
Many people echoed.
"That's right. You're beautiful but why can't you even distinguish right from wrong?"
"That's right! Look at how badly the old man has been beaten, and you're still questioning him. How could a bad guy make himself like this to slander others?"
"In my opinion, she's the assistant. She's so good-looking that she doesn't look like a capable person at all. It's heartless of her to rely on a man to climb up and ignore her biological father's life!"
"Ungrateful!"
One question after another was thrown at Cierra.
Not only the voices, but even some people were walking toward her, trying to grab her arms.
"Don't touch me!"