Tang Yan looked up, and his gaze fell on the page where the computer was staying.

The curse on the page is full of screens, just Zhao Siqing?

Is it the psychiatrist before Chu Yue?

Tang Yan glanced at the comments under Zhao Siqing's Weibo, and responded: "I'll do it." ”

"Get out." Huo Jingchen spoke coldly.

"Yes."

Tang Yan turned around and stepped back, and went straight to the public relations department to prepare for an emergency meeting.

But he still couldn't help but wonder, what is the relationship between the president and this Zhao Siqing?

He hadn't seen him go to such great lengths for a woman.

*

On the other hand, Zhao Siqing is editing the studio statement.

After all, Chu Yue died, and she was questioned by the police one after another, and she always had to make a statement to express her position.

After the statement was released, Zhao Siqing habitually glanced at the comments.

It's okay not to look at it, but when I look at it, I can't help but be stunned.

[Life is my own, Chu Yue committed suicide by himself, I don't think it's necessary to blame it all on the psychiatrist, right? 】

[Maybe there is something else hidden in this matter, I checked that Zhao Siqing's diploma is a real Harvard Doctor of Psychology. 】

[It is recommended to think rationally and wait for the police to respond.] 】

[Mental illness is capricious and uncontrollable, haven't you heard that depression cannot be completely cured for a lifetime? Dr. Zhao said that his condition had improved before, couldn't it be more serious after Chu Yue? 】

……

The comments are increasing rapidly, and almost all of them are whitewashing her.

Zhao Siqing frowned slightly, and flipped through the comments for a while.

These people don't look like they're in the same batch at all, or rather, these people look more like... The legendary trolls?

But where did the good water army come from?

With the current situation, how much does it cost to hire a sailor?

Zhao Siqing pondered, could it be that he had a long-lost father?

She leaned back in her chair, her chin propped up with one hand, staring at the screen, wondering what was going on with these trolls.

At this moment, a hurried knock on the door interrupted Zhao Siqing's thoughts.

The assistant pushed the door in a panic: "Doctor Zhao is not good, someone has broken in." ”

"Is it a journalist or a fan?" Zhao Siqing got up and asked.

"None of ......"

Before the assistant finished speaking, a group of black-clothed bodyguards rushed in, led by a tall man, and surrounded Zhao Siqing.

"Miss Zhao, Madame wants to see you, please come with us." The man at the head spoke in a deep voice, full of ferocity, and it was not easy to provoke at first glance.

"I don't know who your wife is?" Zhao Siqing looked at the man quietly and asked softly.

"You'll know when you go." The man was crisp and neat, obviously with no intention of revealing it.

Zhao Siqing was silent for a few seconds, and then responded: "Lead the way." ”

"Please."

Under the protection of the bodyguards, Zhao Siqing stepped on a pair of seven-centimeter high heels and walked out of the studio door.

Seeing the scene outside the door, Zhao Siqing couldn't help but be stunned.

The fans and media, who were originally congested, are now blocked by many bodyguards on both sides.

In front of him, more than a dozen black Bentleys were neatly parked, and each car was printed with the Huo clan emblem, which was low-key and domineering.

Zhao Siqing frowned slightly.

The Huo family, a high-powered top wealthy family, is the legendary existence of the clouds.

It's just that such a family, how can they find themselves?