"Sheila, Sheila, what's wrong?"
Preston Harding asked his daughter gently, noticing her face had turned deathly pale. She had always been fearless, an untamable wild horse who would charge headfirst into any kind of trouble.
At his question, all eyes in the private room fell on Sheila Harding.
Sheila Harding finally snapped back to reality. Realizing she was back in the private room, she saw everyone staring at her with concern. She was trembling uncontrollably. She fearfully handed her phone to her father and burst into tears. "Daddy, look! Someone's slandering me on the trending list! What am I going to do…"
'That incident caused me so much trouble back then. I can't admit to it now. If I do, I'm finished.'
Preston Harding took the phone, his expression changing in an instant. 'Who the hell dug up this old story?' he thought. 'This is terrible.'
