As she spoke, Mrs. Fu sent him packing. Fu Nancheng, "......Mom." "Shut up, a thirty-year-old man still babbling 'mom' all day long, such a momma's boy, so annoying!" Boom. Mrs. Fu forcefully slammed the door shut. Fu Nancheng, "......" ...... Fu Nancheng returned to Fu Corporation, and at that moment, Lin Jiaojiao barged in, "Move aside, I want to see your President Fu." "Miss Lin, please wait a moment, let me go in and report." Secretary Song couldn't stop her, and the door to the president's office was pushed open, Lin Jiaojiao walked in. "President..." Fu Nancheng waved his hand, and Secretary Song stepped aside. Lin Jiaojiao approached, "President Fu, where is my brother? Where did you send my brother?" Fu Nancheng's handsome face was indifferent and noble, and because he was in a bad mood, his brows were covered with a frosty coldness, "Your brother is already in jail, he is suspected of rape, and whatever the sentence is, he will probably not escape five years in prison." "Five years? My brother wouldn't normally do such things..." Fu Nancheng lifted his thin lips, ruthlessly interrupting her, "Save those words for the judge, it's useless talking to me."

Lin Jiaojiao glanced at Fu Nancheng and then turned to leave. Secretary Song stepped forward and said in a low voice, 'President, Miss Lin and Miss Su are best friends. Miss Lin must be going to find Miss Su right now. If Miss Su speaks to you and pleads...' Fu Nancheng sat in his office chair, having watched the surveillance video once again. Indeed, it was Lin En who took the initiative to walk towards Su Qianrou and then entered the private room. The surveillance inside the private room also showed that Lin En and Su Qianrou sat down and talked for a few words, and then Lin En pounced on Su Qianrou and started to violence. All of this was completely consistent with what Su Qianrou had said. At this moment, Secretary Song answered a phone call and looked at Fu Nancheng with embarrassment, 'President, Miss Su Qianrou is still crying, deeply traumatized. She wants to see you. Should you go and comfort her?' Fu Nancheng raised his head, 'Secretary Song, do you think I'm very idle?' 'No, that's not what I mean.' 'Then do you need me to teach you how to get rid of people?'

"..." Secretary Song was on the verge of tears. Whenever the president was in a bad mood, he would take it out on him. Was he just a punching bag? After Secretary Song left, Fu Nancheng leaned his head back in the chair and pinched the weary spot between his eyebrows. The image of Su Ci's face, with its band-aid and pure yet sensual look, flashed through his mind, making him want to toss her onto the sofa and kiss her fiercely. He took out his phone, which was empty. Last night, they had parted on bad terms, and she hadn't sent him any messages. Today, when something happened, she didn't contact him either. She was smart; she would learn the rules as soon as he taught them. ... Yi Pin Lan Villa. Lin Jiaojiao came over, and Su Ci took her to her room. Lin Jiaojiao first checked Su Ci's injury, then told her about the current situation, "Ci Ci, what should I do now?" "Jiaojiao, I can't ask Fu Nancheng for a favor; my words don't carry weight. Young Master Lin hurt Su Qianrou, he won't let Young Master Lin go just because of me." "I understand, Ci Ci. I didn't plan to ask you to plead; I just can't figure out how my brother, such a gentle person, even if he was blindly in love with Su Qianrou, wouldn't go crazy and force himself on her." Lin Jiaojiao really couldn't believe it; she almost didn't recognize her own brother. Su Ci held Lin Jiaojiao's little hand, "Jiaojiao, Young Master Lin wouldn't do that; it was Su Qianrou who framed Young Master Lin." "Ci Ci, did you find out something?" Su Ci winked playfully, "We don't need to ask Fu Nancheng for this; I have a way, leave it to me."