What's So Great About Being a CEO? Setting Up a Street Stall Is Much Better! (63)
Host, something happened! Something happened! Hurry and go check the internet.
Early the next morning, just after Su Qiao finished breakfast, she picked up a cup of tea and prepared to go to the balcony to bask in the morning sun. Before she had even sat down, 444 started shouting, nearly making her drop her teacup.
After finally steadying the cup, she glanced at the ring of wet marks on the carpet and grew somewhat annoyed.
"What happened?"
"Someone's messing with you. It's all over the internet now. They're saying you're a gold digger, a shameless mistress who seduced someone else's fiancé for money."
Su Qiao rolled her eyes.
So it's just a rumor. It's not like I haven't dealt with this before.
"Yu Aiwei's doing, I bet!"
Calmly setting the teacup on the table, Su Qiao kicked off her fluffy slippers and sat cross-legged in the armchair. Only then did she leisurely pull out her phone to take a look.
The moment she did, she got angry—and the more she read, the angrier she became.
Where are their brains?
What about their intelligence?
Are people these stupid nowadays?
Or are their lives so unsatisfactory that they're full of spite, venting just for the sake of venting?
"How disgusting. Do they think having a little beauty makes them so capable? That they can do whatever they want?"
"What a piece of trash. A street vendor actually dares to steal our Xiao Wei's man? She should at least take a piss and look at herself in the mirror to see what she's really worth."
"Mistresses never meet a good end. I hope you get hit by a car when you leave the house, choke to