Since there is evidence, everyone present wanted to join the excitement. Everyone crowded together, except for Melody and her assistant Jesse who were anxious.
Sweat slid down her spine, her eyes futilely looking at the crowd's faces, changing expressions unpredictable.
The crowd exclaimed, "This Melody is really a liar, it's obviously a thief crying 'stop thief'."
"I think she's a drama queen, doesn't have any real talent."
"Such a schemer."
For a moment, Melody became the target of all criticisms, and the crowd was shouting, "Why do we want such a leading actress?"
"She doesn't have any acting skills, might as well completely replace her."
In lush greens, bright sunlight, the occasional breeze in the Ancient Village felt very comfortable; Rosie lowered her head, looking down at Melody who was like a mud-soaked stray dog, barely surviving, quietly sobbing.
