Fake Daughter Is Rich Again?

After school, many parents drove over to pick up their children after getting off work. The gates of First High School were blocked by various cars.

Frowning, Qiao Nian took out her earphone from her bag, walked through the crowd, and was about to call the hospital.

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw a black Phaeton parked in an inconspicuous corner across the road.

Ye Wangchuan leaned back lazily on the other side, his handsome face illuminated under the street lights. His eyes were deep, and a cigarette hung from his thin and gorgeous lips. His black shirt sleeves were rolled up to reveal the crimson prayer beads on his wrist.

Though he was parked far away, his appearance stood out from the crowd and was very alluring.

Qiao Nian didn't want to walk over.

However, he seemed to sense that she had come out and raised his head to look in her direction, coincidentally meeting her gaze.

Qiao Nian:"..."

fast, and to see him smoking. Frowning, he quickly threw away the cigarette butt and stamped

to Gu San, "Didn't you say that

why is Qiao Nian out already?" And she

Ye Wangchuan was too lazy to scold him. He raised his hand and greeted the girl on the opposite

wasn't very wide, and Qiao Nian arrived within

just reached the car when she heard the man's low

black, cold, and

as calm as she seemed on the surface. He turned and opened the car door, inviting her in.

Wangchuan briefly explained the incident to

for a while. The doctor performed an emergency examination and

kind of craniotomy required quite a number of doctors. Rao City was only a small city, and the level of medical technology was far from Beijing's. Suddenly looking for an expert to perform a craniotomy on Uncle Chen was like trying to reach the

the beads on his wrist, and he softly comforted her. "I've already contacted the experts from Beijing's hospital. They'll

always known that Uncle Chen wasn't in good health, and he was paralyzed in bed all year round. Hence, she had asked the doctors to do a

Nian's face turned pale, and she leaned backward before shutting her eyes. Her black eyelashes were distinct, her lips were drawn into a straight line, and her hands were

and anxious. Afraid that her hand would bleed from her

if he was comforting a child, he whispered and coaxed her, "Nian Nian, trust me. Uncle Chen will