Please, help my father

Posts about Renea kept by various rich people flooded the school forum. The matter of Renea as the fake daughter in the forum long ago had once again been brought up again. Everyone had also started to look at Renea strangely. Even worse, they were secretly talking bad about her behind her back. Renea, on the other hand, handled criticism as if nothing had happened. She seemed unaffected by the situation and continued to go to class and eat as usual. No one wanted to sit with her, so she sat alone. No one wanted to stand with her when queuing too. Not having to queue was quite enjoyable to her. “Who the hell is making this up?” Stella stormed over as she cursed. Renea, however, smiled nonchalantly and handed the soup in front of her to Stella, saying, “Don’t get yourself too worked up on a hot day like this. Here have some white gourd soup to get rid of the heat in your body.” “How can I not be angry? Did you see what they say?” The more Stella thought about the angrier she became. It