Fake Daughter Is Rich Again?

There were a lot of different delicacies to try in Beijing. When they left the airport, a Buick with license plate number "Beijing 666888" was waiting for them.

Gu San opened the door gently, smiled, and gestured for Qiao Nian to enter the car.

"Miss Qiao, please get in the car first. We will head to the Imperial Mansion restaurant for dinner later. I have already reserved seats for us there."

Although Yuan Yongqin had bought her a few estates here, this was actually Qiao Nian's first time visiting Beijing. She was unfamiliar with the area and didn't know this Imperial Mansion Gu San spoke of. Thus, she faintly acknowledged and bent down to enter the car.

Once she entered the car, Gu San insightfully gave up his seat. He smiled and turned to the man waiting behind him. "Master Wang, you and Miss Qiao sit in the back. I will sit in the front and provide directions to the driver."

The Ye family chauffeur was silent.

What did he mean by that? Was that meant to humiliate him?

He had been Master Ye's chauffeur for the past 20 years. He knew the roads of Beijing like the back of his own hand. It was merely the trip from the airport to the Imperial Mansion. There was no way he would get lost.

himself, the front door was opened. He looked at Gu San, who hurriedly entered the car, and said to him, "Please

chauffeur was depressed. As someone working for the Ye family, he understood the saying of doing

the best private restaurants in Beijing. Many influential people liked

comparable to Rao City's Waterside Loft. The more reputable the place was,

much of it. He took out his cell

other side of the

standing on the roadside for a

went to collect their luggage and

raised his wrist impatiently and looked at his watch. "Is Chen

us wait for a bit longer." "We had to wait when we were boarding the plane. Now, we still have to wait after we get off. How

the road. The car's glossy black color looked spectacular under the sun. Looking at the license plate, he noticed

-Beijing 666888

license plate alone, he already knew the passengers were not ordinary people.

of the roadside shop. He was carrying his luggage with a sleepy and tired look on his face. He looked distressed waiting by the roadside, much like those migrant

feel his heart