Fake Daughter Is Rich Again?

Nie Mi had been pursuing the konghou and traditional music all his life; of course he wouldn't want to give this opportunity a miss.

But this time, the production team was looking for youths specifically. People of his age and social status were not suitable for a young target audience. As such, he could only turn to Qiao Nian for help. Qiao Nian saw another message in the chatbox.

The other person seemed a little lost as the message came in—

[Master Zhui Guang, are you there?]

She sat down with her long legs crossed. The air around her matched her aura as she leaned back in her seat. Her fingers lay still on the keypad, and after two whole minutes, she only typed a single word. [Zhui Guang: Yes.]

The other party responded instantly: [That's great! You've finally replied to my message.]

[So, regarding what I said earlier about meeting up with you...]

The light from the screen shone onto her face as if adding a thin layer of bright light to her fair skin. Qiao Nian replied quickly.

I was blowing

Beijing for long, and the rest

have

Wen Ruxia leaned back in her leather chair as exhaustion

chatbox. She didn't know how to reply to the message, and it

had already heard that it was very hard to land an appointment

Zhui Guang to decline

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in." The assistant called out as she entered. She placed the freshly brewed coffee on her table. Seeing how pained she

said there isn't time to meet in person." Wen Ruxia was getting frustrated. She took

truck the moment she drank it. She didn't

herself to take another sip before

to prepare, and that her brows were locked. It wasn't hard to guess that she was frustrated and at a loss. The assistant stood by the side, not knowing how to comfort her. Finally, she whispered, "Manager Wen, don't feel

explanation was

the coffee cup and did not say a

anxiety in her eyes was