บท 89: Poverty Limits Imagination

Su Yuan was dumbfounded by the one-sided comments. She looked at the other posts, and the situation was similar. It was as if someone was controlling the public opinion and making it speak for her. The netizens showed all kinds of concern and sympathy for her.

At this moment, the car suddenly shook and stopped.

Su Yuan looked out of the car window. She did not see the villa, but she did see a lake.

"Assistant Fu?" Her mind was filled with question marks, was she not supposed to go look for Mo Ting? Why did he come to the lakeside?

Fu Wen unbuckled his seat belt, got out of the car, and explained, "Miss Su, President Mo's injury is considered a serious matter. We can get there faster by boat."

Take a boat? Su Yuan thought she had heard wrong, but the next second, a speedboat appeared on the lake and headed in their direction.

"Mo Ting lives on the lake?" Su Yuan asked in disbelief.