Li Tinghe had just finished talking about an international business and came out of the club.

He Qiang was so anxious that he burned his ass, "Master, it's not good!"

"What's the matter?" Li Tinghe frowned.

"You...Look at the news." He Qiang raised his phone and clicked on a few news articles that had just come out.

[Li Tinghe forced his classmate Yang Qiao to death. 】

[The female vice president of the Li group committed suicide for love, and pointed at Li Tinghe's cold-blooded ruthlessness. 】

[Will Yang Qiao really turn into a ghost, pestering Li Tinghe? Disturb the peace of Lu's family? 】

The headline of each article is eye-catching, and the content is almost all about Yang Qiao admiring Li Tinghe when he was in college. A few days ago, Li Tinghe went on a business trip abroad and had a night party with Yang Qiao in a hotel.

Some news deeply revealed that Yang Qiao and Li Tinghe were staying at the Oasia Hotel. The hotel environment and bedding were the same. They also asked professionals to identify the bed photos exposed by Yang Qiao during his lifetime, and there was no PS trace.

It turned out that Yang Qiao and Li Tinghe were rolling the sheets!

Li Tinghe glanced at ten lines, scanned the news quickly, and rebroadcast a video of Yang Qiao's online suicide recorded by a netizen.

His handsome and resolute face is getting darker and darker, "The news is blocked, no publication is allowed, and all the videos are deleted!"

"Yes." He Qiang immediately contacted and followed suit.

Soon, all news and videos about Yang Qiao's suicide from various media and online were removed from the shelves and deleted completely.

Even news and newspapers that are printed in a hurry are not allowed to be sold on the market.

In the old house of the Li family, Li Sichen gritted his teeth angrily in the room, "The Li family really has hands and eyes to the sky. Such a big thing can be suppressed!"

Subordinate Zhang Heng said, "Shao Chen, according to your instructions, those reports will be screenshots and saved. The video footage of Yang Qiao's suicide will also be packaged. Would you like your subordinates to find a chance and poke Bai Jingxuan?"

"Too deliberate." Li Sichen calculated, "drove a little farther and used a one-time anonymous account to send to Bai Jingxuan's mailbox."

"Yes."

Zhang Heng nodded, "Why do you want to send it farther?"

"Who is Li Tinghe?" Li Sichen snorted coldly, "He is owned by his company, but there are countless IT experts who can trace the IP at will. I found out that I sent someone to stab him in the back. It's fine."

"Subordinates will be cautious."

...

Bai Jingxuan slept on the recliner. She was really tired last night, overworked, and there was still a dull pain somewhere.

Opening his clear eyes, what came into view was Li Sichen's handsome face.

He stood on two steps and started, the young male voice with pity, "You are awake."

She yawned and sat up, ignoring his meaning.

"Jing Xuan..." Li Sichen hesitated to speak.

She squinted her eyes slightly, her eyes sharp, "Is this what you deserve to call?"

"It hurts." He made a wounded expression and didn't mind immediately, "I just want to make friends with you."

"My friend is not like you." Her eyes were cold and unpopular.

The more unkind she is, the stronger his interest, suppressing the desire of a pro-Fangze in his heart, sighing faintly, "It seems that you don't know yet."

"what you mean?"

"Nothing." He didn't plan to poke it out by himself. "Sometimes, it's better to be a happy fool."

"Idiot." She stood up and got off the couch.

Li Sichen stared at her extremely slender back, swallowing saliva in his throat.

A momentary, fierce light flashed in his eyes.