Listening to the crowd, Old Mr. Drexler finally turned his head and looked at Summer Shawcross nearby.
"Is it you?"
Upon hearing this, Summer Shawcross sighed. Although she was reluctant to explain, she started to speak anyway.
"It's not me." She said innocently, blinking those eyes full of innocence, and continued with a grievance.
"It was her who came to humiliate me, bully me, and even smashed things."
Looking at her innocent appearance, Old Mr. Drexler paused, the anger on his face, when he looked into her innocent eyes… suddenly, seemed to have nowhere to go.
Hearing Summer's words, Autumn Duval started to explain emotionally, pointing at Summer with dissatisfaction.
"Uncle Drexler, don't listen to her lies. I came today with good intentions to bring her some supplements, only to be humiliated by her and now she's framing me!"
"Shut up!" Old Mr. Drexler suddenly raised his head and glared fiercely at Autumn Duval.
