315 Sophia's Situation

Herry grumbled impatiently, "So embarrassing."

He pulled Emily inside, hesitated for a moment, then pulled Mr. Satan in as well, slamming the door shut and locking it from the inside.

Emily asked him, "Have you seen the news about Sophia?"

"Yeah," Herry replied nonchalantly. "It’s disgusting. She deserves all the criticism she's getting."

Emily felt a wave of awkwardness.

Even though the critical parts of the photos were blurred, they were still inappropriate for a minor.

Many of the images were explicit, and Herry was only twelve years old.

"Boys at his age know everything," Mr. Satan observed, understanding her concern.

Herry sat on the edge of the bed, swinging his legs back and forth, eyeing Mr. Satan. "You’re the guy who’s been hanging around outside our building waiting for my sister, right?"

Mr. Satan raised an eyebrow, "You know me?"

"I’m not blind. I saw you at the haunted house before, too. You were wearing a mask, so I didn’t see your face." Herry’s eyes shifted between Emi