Wen Rumin carried a glass of milk into Su Qingwan's room and saw her daughter's beaming smile. She guessed the outcome.
"It seems the reactions online aren't too bad," Wen Rumin said.
"Mom!"
Su Qingwan was in a good mood and became even clingier to Wen Rumin, "This strategy really worked. There aren't many people cursing me anymore."
"That's great. Come, drink your milk. I've just warmed it up; don't let it get cold."
Wen Rumin doted on her only daughter tremendously.
"Thank you, mom." Su Qingwan picked up the milk and sipped it leisurely with an easygoing air.
Seeing her daughter like this, Wen Rumin sat beside her and said, "Qingqing, do you think I bought that trending search just to clear your name from the accusations?"
Su Qingwan was stunned. "Isn't it?"
Ever since those employees leaked chat records, she had been cursed online every day.
