Wen Rang turned his head and saw Fu Chi's figure.

The man is tall and handsome. The black cashmere coat with excellent texture makes him elegant and elegant. The light gray turtleneck sweater vaguely reveals the outline of an Adam's apple. The cold white and thin wrists are strings of sandalwood Buddhist beads, which makes him look more and more ascetic and square.

Fu Chi's tone was gentle and kind. He heard Wen Rang sniffing, and Da Da Da ran to the man, complaining with grievance:

"Brother, they scold our sister!"

Fu Chi was slightly stunned and immediately recovered as usual.

The Fu family is very restrained and light when getting along with each other. He is a little uncomfortable with the direct and exposed emotional expression of the Wen family.

"Don't be anxious, just say it slowly." Fu Chi raised his hand, and Bai Ye, the special assistant beside him, immediately took out a wet wipe from his briefcase, "Young Master Wen, those people are not worthy of your dirty hands."

Wen Rang wiped his face, wiped his hands, and blew his nose: "What's your name? Master Wen? Brother, just ask me to let you go!"

Bai Ye's mouth twitched slightly. This child is really gone...

Wen Rang explained the story concisely.

Fu Chi's deep eyes were locked on the yellow-haired body.

His aura is strong and extremely oppressive, like a knife that has been sheathed, showing its sharpness.

Under his gaze, Huangmao's body trembled uncontrollably. He quickly took out his cell phone: "I, we looked at the school's message board, and everyone said that..."

Bai Ye stepped forward to take his phone and saw those messy posts, his face slightly changed.

Fu Chi said slowly: "Show me."

Bai Ye hesitated: "Master, it's nothing, it's all boring people spreading rumors about Miss Wen..."

Fu Chi's voice calmed down: "Take it over."

Bai Ye gritted his teeth and handed him the phone.

The man's fingers with distinct joints slid gently, and his eyes became colder and colder.

Bai Ye knew that someone was going to suffer.

Mr. Fu has super memory disease, which is extremely rare. Simply put, he does not have the ability to forget.

He will remember every detail of everything he saw, heard, and experienced.

Miss Wen looked at Buddhist Wujian and probably wouldn't take these rumors to heart.

But Mr. Fu is different. He will remember every comment, every text, every punctuation...

Time seemed to be frozen, and the temperature seemed to have dropped several degrees. Huangmao and others were so scared that their legs were weak and they didn't dare to cry out loud, for fear that this man would be in a bad mood, so he ordered the bodyguard to fold their arms and legs.

"Your message board has always been anonymous?" Fu Chi asked suddenly.

Huangmao: "Yes, yes...but you also need to log in with your student account. I heard that the senior who made this copy our school's academic affairs system program..."

However, it doesn't matter to everyone.

Anyway, they are all anonymous, and no one knows who made the speech.

Fu Chi curled his lower lip, and he undoubtedly looked good when he smiled, but the curve was cold and palpitations.

"Is that true?" he said softly.

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Wen Su helped Si Wen solve several small problems, and then gave advice on Old Man Yu's research, before walking towards the school gate.

As we walked, there were screams everywhere.

"Damn it, the anonymity function of the message board is gone!"

"Really, fake? Everyone logged in with their student ID. So, wouldn't they all have real names?"

"Yes! That's amazing. Guess who posted the post that has always been with Wen Su and Old Man Yu's rhythm..."

"Who and who?"

"All of Wen Yuan's little sisters!"

The whole school was blown up!

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Chapter completed!