"Are you going to file a complaint?" Lawrence Winters casually pointed to the drone quietly hovering not far away. "See that? We're livestreaming... We're letting the audience judge. How can it be justified to randomly take a seventeen-year-old cousin's bedroom key?"
William's eyes flickered, and he turned to take a look, as if he had just noticed the drone, pursed his lips, and slowly pulled his hand from his pocket, holding the key, he said to Alice Blythe, "Alice, everyone's keys are left at the door for convenience. And today, I used this key because I'm concerned about you. I knocked for a long time, and there was no sound from you, so I was worried..."
