Hu Lei did not continue making a fuss about the tea. She allowed the lounge manager to leave on shaking legs and settled in the couch. Once she was comfortable, she looked at her phone with nonchalance. She had not yet sunken into the abyss of social media. However, she still found it interesting to check out the mindlessness of the masses on occasion.
She browsed the trending topics and found that the Murong scandal had not died. She smiled a little as she looked at the vicious comments. Everyone thought that Murong Hong should be lynched or burned at the stake.
The self-righteousness of the people was more than a little amusing. People often judged those who were in the limelight without a second thought. They ignored the fact that if their own secrets were laid bare, they would not have the face to look at the morning sun.