"Mr. Fu's condition has worsened repeatedly. Now he can't even eat. I'm afraid something will happen to him..."
Su Nan frowned slightly.
Repeated aggravation?
Wu Tutu looked up at Su Nan and sighed sadly.
"Miss Su doesn't know what's new in China today? Someone even posted photos of you and President Shang on the Internet, slandering your pure friendship. This is a contempt for your character and personality, and a provocation to the smooth progress of your cooperation. I am so angry when an outsider saw it!"
Su Nan looked up at him in silence. Wu Tutu was very angry, like a fat toad.
"I already know."
Wu Tutu sighed again.
"Then you must be very angry. Netizens speculated about your relationship at will. Mr. Fu was worried that you would be angry and sad when you knew it. He was also worried that the shares of Su's group would be affected. He immediately used the Fu family's relationship to force hot search down.
There are not many men as considerate and rich as Mr. Fu...... "
Su Nan looks at Wu Tutu. Wu Tutu can't help but say:
"Can you go and see Mr. Fu?"
"Go get a bowl of porridge."
"Alas!" Wu Tutu's eyes lit up and he immediately slipped away.
If he doesn't feel nervous, Mr. Fu will really throw him into the river.
Su Nan calmly went to the door of fuyechuan's room and knocked.
No response was heard.
She was about to turn back at once when the door suddenly opened.
Fuyechuan was pale and leaned against his crutch. There was no blood on his lips.
He stood there, holding the medicine bottle high in his other hand, and was transfusing. His movements were very difficult.