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?

struggling for a moment as she tried

possible. In the past, she would have rashes whenever a guy

But there were exceptions.

Nian recalled Jiang Li and the

when they touched her, but that was likely because they were related to her

What about him?

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

was why she had to take medication

unrelated to her by blood who did

the bridge the previous time, but she thought it was just

deep breath and her

shift on her part and Ye Wangchuan did not

the same low, soothing, and captivating voice, "Don't move about. I'll carry you to Qichen's room so you can

bed isn't too bad. His grandfather had it

them. He dared not

Ye had it specially customized for him, and he never allowed anyone on it. Little Young Master did like Miss

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too tired to fight him. She held onto