Whispers came from all directions, basically repeating the same words.
It was normal for people to like watching real-life drama, talk about what was right and wrong, and gossip maliciously, even if it was unrelated to them.
But once things turned around, and they found that they had been deceived, when the predetermined outcome was not in accordance with their own thoughts, and they often did not care whether there was a necessary relationship between the matter and them, but only focused on the fact that they had been fooled, they would push all their dissatisfaction back to the person who had caused them to misunderstand and pull themselves out of it.
Lin Enya was finding herself in such a situation. As she listened to the pointed fingers around her, be it explicit or implicit, her face had long become so ugly that people did not dare to look directly at her.
