Fake Daughter Is Rich Again?

Uncle Chen's life was no longer in danger, but his current condition wasn't too optimistic yet. She still needed something. Once she got hold of it, she would be able to set his bone right and he would then stand like a normal person again.

But the thing she needed was rare and hard to obtain.

She probably needed the Red Alliance's help.

Qiao Nian was completely drained, and even raising an arm was too much to ask of her. But she was still busy thinking about finding the item.

All of a sudden, she felt her feet leave the ground. She was picked up horizontally.

"Uh..."

The distinct masculine scent hit Qiao Nian, and her instinct was to avoid it. She struggled to be let down.

"What are you doing, put me down."

She thought that she still had the condition of the past, such that she would break out in rashes on her neck and elbows whenever someone of the opposite gender came into direct contact with her. But when she looked down at her arms, she realized that they were still fair and clear. There was no trace of a single rash.

None at all?

How did this happen?

she tried to figure

would have rashes whenever a guy touched her or even come too

But there were exceptions.

Nian recalled Jiang Li and the

touched her, but that was likely because they were

What about him?

of. She had gone to several dermatologists, but they said that this was not a

was why she had to take medication to

unrelated to her by blood who did not trigger her

she thought it was just a fluke. But if that was the case, how did

Nian took a deep breath and her

a few seconds of emotional shift on her part and Ye Wangchuan did not notice it. He simply held

about. I'll carry

bed isn't too bad. His grandfather had it customized for him

he followed behind them. He dared not even

specially customized for him, and he never allowed anyone

even imagine the scenario. He felt that if it happened, Little Young Master might just be kicked out of the room by Master Wang. Sᴇaʀ*ᴄh the Find ɴøᴠel.nᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ

to fight him. She held