As Jiang Shu watched, her heart became calmer and calmer. Even if it was the first time she encountered this situation, she could realize that she had been hacked.
Obviously the feeling of being scolded is not a good one.
People's mouths make gold, but accumulation destroys bones.
Xiao Chen didn't hear Jiang Shu's voice for a long time and couldn't help shouting: "Jiang Shu, Jiang Shu? Are you still there?"
"Here." Jiang Shu returned the phone to Zhou Liangqi, "I can only say that if someone wants to hack me, then she did it."
Xiao Chen felt uncomfortable, "How about I find someone to help you check the IP address of your blog?"
"No, we definitely won't be able to find out. Let's not waste our efforts." Jiang Shu was terrifyingly calm, "Thank you, Xiao Chen."
After hanging up the phone, she looked at the man with the backlight in front of her.
He frowned, "Watch what I do."
"Is it you?" she asked seriously. "The other person came for me on the surface, but he also brought Fu with him. Among the people I know, you are the only one who is suspected."
"Your reason seems untenable."
"So I hope you can take the initiative to tell me."
He answered seriously: "I said it wasn't me, do you believe it?"
He was right. Even if he said that, Jiang Shu didn't believe it. She looked back and said, "Your trust in me has been exhausted."
Zhou Liangqi touched his cheek with the tip of his tongue, looked around, and then got in the car, "What on earth did Fu Shiyan tell you?"
Fu's top floor.
When the man came out from the meeting, the clock hand pointed to 9:30 pm.
Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, it was pitch black.
Fu Shiyan was carrying his coat and only wore a white shirt with two buttons unbuttoned at the collar, but his aura was still there.
The secretary was swiping the iPad in his hand. He raised his eyes and saw him coming out, and immediately followed him, "Mr. Fu."
Fu Shiyan handed her the coat and walked forward with steady steps and a low voice, "Has she gone back?"
The secretary understood and naturally understood who he was talking about, "Not yet."
Fu Shiyan paused in his steps and frowned inaudibly.
The secretary handed over the iPad at the right time, "Something happened to Mrs. Fu."
The man stared at the content on the iPad and browsed ten lines at a glance. The page was filled with comments on Weibo about the design draft. The amount of discussion continued to increase, and all the words viciously slandered Jiang Shu.
A flash of sternness flashed in Fu Shiyan's deep black eyes, fleeting, and his face turned pale, "Have you found out who did it?"
"not yet."
She thought that Fu Shiyan would not be angry at the beauty and would be moved no matter what. But she did not expect this reaction, as if it had nothing to do with her.
The secretary was cautious, "Mr. Fu, don't we... help her?"
"Need not."
Fu Shiyan put his hands in his pockets and stopped at the door of his office. He raised his eyes and glanced inside. He paused, as if something was pressing in his heart, and he wanted to find a way out.
But he actually rejected this emotion.
Fu Shiyan came to his senses, made a quick decision, handed the iPad back to the secretary, and said coldly: "Get rid of these messy things, and don't let me see them again."
Her eyes lit up, "Yes."
Even though he is cool, he still protects his shortcomings, and he does so in a very stingy way.
When she passed the secretary's office, she turned a corner and slipped in. She quickly patted her colleagues' desks and said, "Mr. Fu said he didn't want to see these messy things again! Congratulations, you have to work overtime again tonight."
The other party wailed, "Since Muttsuke left, this workload is simply unimaginable!"