2 Chapter 2: Internet trolls

Tang Qi looked up and his gaze landed on the page open on the computer screen.

The page was filled with curses. Was it just Zhao Siqing?

Was it Chu Yue's psychiatrist?

Tang Qi glanced at the comments on Zhao Siqing's Weibo and replied, "I'll get on it right away."

"Get out," Huo Jingchen said coldly.

"Yes."

Tang Qi turned around and left, heading straight for the public relations department to prepare for an emergency meeting.

However, he couldn't help but wonder, what was the relationship between the president and Zhao Siqing?

He had never seen him go to so much trouble for a woman.

*

On the other side, Zhao Siqing was editing her statement in the studio.

After all, Chu Yue had died, and she had been questioned by the police continuously. She had to issue a statement to express her position.

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

She didn't have to look at them, but when she did, she could not help but be stunned.

[Your life is your own. I don't think there is a need to blame the psychiatrist for Chu Yue's suicide, right?]

[Maybe there is another reason for this. I have checked and Zhao Siqing's diploma is a real doctorate in psychology from Harvard.]

[I suggest you think rationally and wait for the police response.]

[Mental illness is unpredictable and uncontrollable. Haven't you heard that it's impossible to completely recover from depression permanently? Doctor Zhao said that her condition had improved. Could it be that Chu Yue's condition won't get any worse after this?]

...

The comments had increased at a rapid rate. Almost all of them were trying to clear her name.

Zhao Siqing frowned slightly and flipped through the comments again.

These people didn't look like the same batch as before. Rather, these people looked more like the legendary Water Army?

But where had the Water Army come from?

With the current situation, how much would it cost to hire the Water Army?

Zhao Siqing wondered if she had a long-lost big shot father.

She leaned back in her chair, rested her chin on one hand, and stared at the screen, wondering what was going on with this Water Army.

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

The assistant pushed the door open and entered in a panic. "Doctor Zhao, something terrible has happened. Someone has broken in!"

"Is it a reported or a fan?" Zhao Siqing asked as he stood up.

"Neither..."

Before the assistant could finish speaking, a group of bodyguards dressed in black swarmed in. They were led by a tall man and surrounded Zhao Siqing.

"Miss Zhao, madam wants to see you. Please come with us," the man in the lead said in a deep voice. He was vicious, and it was obvious that he was not to be trifled with.

"May I know who your madam is?" Zhao Siqing asked, sizing up the man without batting an eyelid.

"You'll find out when you come with us." The man was straightforward and did not intend to reveal anything.

Zhao Siqing was silent for a few seconds, then replied, "Lead the way."

"Please."

Under the protection of the layers of bodyguards, Zhao Siqing walked out of the studio door in a pair of seven centimetre high heels.

On seeing the scene outside, Zhao Siqing could not help but be stunned.

The fans and media that were originally amassed outside her door were now blocked by many bodyguards on both sides.

In front of them, there were more than ten black Bentleys neatly parked in the empty space. Each car had the Huo family emblem on it, subtle but domineering.

Zhao Siqing frowned slightly.

The Huo clan was a top-tier, powerful family. They were rumored to be able to do whatever they wanted.

However, why would such a family come looking for her?