Fake Daughter Is Rich Again?

When the adult next to her heard this, he turned around joyously and asked, "Little girl, you can swim? That's great. That child is drowning, you can save him..."

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Everyone wanted to save the child, but none of them knew how to swim.

Looking at the water under the bridge, Qiao Chen knew that the river water couldn't be as clean as the water of a high-end swimming pool. When she saw the muddy river water, she frowned, and disgust quickly flashed past in her eyes. It was so dirty, and the current was so fast. She might put herself in danger if she went down. There was no way she would take risks for an unknown child.

However, with so many expectant eyes looking at her, she couldn't refuse either. Anxiously biting her lip, her eyes turned soft, and an embarrassed expression crept up on her face. "I only studied in my summer class for a few days, I'm not very good... I might not be able to save him even if I jump down. Why don't I ask my Brother Fu Ge to come over? He's also nearby."

As she spoke, she took out her mobile phone and made a call eagerly.

The old man beside her wanted to say that it would be too late by the time help came. However, since she was obviously unwilling to go down and save the child, he could only stand on the side of the road anxiously.

water, and the struggling child

found ways to find

time, a slender figure resolutely squeezed the crowd away, dumped a bag onto the

followed Qiao Chen here recognized Qiao Nian and screamed. They turned to Qiao Chen and asked, "Chen Chen,

of a fake daughter in Qiao Chen's family. Rumor had it that the fake daughter's biological parents had even come to the door, and

Luohe County

that the person who she

do? She called Fu

so fast that Qiao Nian realized it wasn't so easy to

If this continued, Qiao Nian would only be dragged

in the water and could only grit her teeth and bluff with a low voice. The child's eyes were wet and beautiful like black jewels. As if hearing what she said, the child's movements reduced. His little face was dirtied by the muddy water, hiding

his slow movements and dealt a blow to the back of his neck. After ensuring that he had fainted, she held his softened body in one hand and swam towards the shore...

By the bridge.