Suddenly, the crisp and rapid sound of high heels could be heard in the corridor.

Su Yiren tried to break free from Mo Jingchuan's hand, but Mo Jingchuan held her fingers tightly and would not let her break free. The

delicate and narrow phoenix eyes looked towards the door, and when he saw the person coming, indifference replaced the tenderness in his eyes.

"I'm here to see the suspect."

Ling Ruiya walked in a hurry, still breathing slightly while speaking. Mo Jingchuan pulled Su Yiren's fingers and played with them, but his eyes glanced coldly at the drooping man, "There."

"Him?"

Ling Ruiya was shocked.

Her eyes swept over the man, and then fell on the intertwined fingers of Mo Jingchuan and Su Yiren. The questioning words came to her lips but were forced back by herself, with only a sneer flashing in her eyes.

This trick of grafting flowers and trees is played well?

"If it's not him, who could it be?"

Mo Jingchuan leaned back in his chair and played with his slender jade fingers, saying nonchalantly: "Zhou Hai has already notified the police. If you have no objection, the person will be handed over to the police for handling. The matter is over."

"I have no objection."

Ling Ruya came back to her senses, and did not refute Mo Jingchuan's words, but just asked in confusion: "Since this person did it, then I wonder who is the person who contacted him? We have to find that person and compensate us for our losses."

"He refuses to say."

Mo Jingchuan sat up straight, staring at the man with heavy eyes, "Who did you leak the project plan to?"

"Can't say, can't say..."

The man looked panicked, shaking his head desperately, looking extremely scared.

Mo Jingchuan frowned, "If you don't tell us now, you will have to explain yourself when you go to the police station. It's better to confess and reduce your sentence by a few years."

"Yes, tell us about that person and we will fight for a lighter sentence for you."

Ling Ruya agreed, but the coldness in her eyes became even stronger.

What else does Mo Jingchuan want to play?

"I know nothing!"

The man suddenly screamed, and his head banged against the table, which scared Ling Ruiya. Su Yiren frowned and looked at his crazy look, "Don't ask any more questions, just let the police handle it."

"That's what I mean."

Mo Jingchuan said, "Zhou Hai and others have already asked before, but got nothing, so I plan to hand it over to the police."

But since Ling Ruiya is here, she has to go through the motions.

"Then let's hand it over to the police."

Ling Ruiya half-squinted and retreated to the door.

From her angle, she could clearly see Mo Jingchuan playing with Su Yiren's fingers carefully, like a rare treasure, and couldn't let go.

She rolled her eyes secretly.

Aren't they just five fingers? What's so fun about it?

Still not disgusting enough?

The police hadn't arrived yet, and Ling Ruya didn't make any trouble. The only sound in the conference room was the man's low sobbing. Su Yiren glanced at him for a few times, and finally chose to take out her phone.

Some things are better for her to ignore.

Thinking of what Luo Qiong said, she clicked on the website's hot search list, and sure enough, the topic about her leaking the project plan was high on the list. She changed to another website and it was still the same.

The hot search lists of those mainstream media were almost all dominated by her, a little-known person.

If she said that there was no one secretly controlling it, she would not believe it even if Mo Jingchuan was beaten to death.

"Ignore those people."

Mo Jingchuan saw her flipping through the hot search list, and said kindly: "There are too many people on the Internet who dare to criticize without knowing the truth. If you compete with them, you will lose first."

"I'm just taking a look." Su Yiren nodded.

She is still clear about how terrible public opinion is, so she has chosen to turn a blind eye to it during this period.

Let those netizens say whatever they want.

But those people also curse fiercely. Luo Qiong's small account used to post beautiful photos has now become a severely affected area. Those netizens will criticize vigorously whenever they get the chance, and the blessings in the past have become the best weapon in their hands.

She flipped through it casually, and the comments were simply unbearable.

[Su Zigun! ]

[Bitch! I used to bless you and President Mo so much, but now I just want to dig my eyes out! 】

【Su Zi is not worthy of Master Mo at all! I strongly demand that she get out of Master Mo's side! 】

【Master Mo, if you dare to marry her, I will sell all my Mo's stocks! 】

【+1! 】

【+10086! 】

There were many comments like this, all of which shouted for her to get out of Mo Jingchuan's side. Some were even more angry with Mo Jingchuan and even scolded him. There was an endless stream of insults.

"These people are really nosy."

Mo Jingchuan scrolled through the comments on her hand, complaining as he read, "What does it have to do with them if I get married? They don't help me buy a car or a house, nor do they help me pay for the bride price. Do they need to be there to interfere?" "

The netizens are just targeting me."

Su Yiren scrolled through a few pages of comments casually, then turned off her phone, and then looked at Mo Jingchuan steadily, "If it was really me who leaked the project..."

"If I say it's not true, then it's not true."

Mo Jingchuan frowned and interrupted her.

Ling Ruya, who looked over, curled her lips, with coldness flashing in her eyes. Is he going to protect Su Zi at all costs?