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

staying in Beijing for long, and the rest of my time

have time

Station, Wen Ruxia leaned back

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

hard to land an appointment with this Zhui

Guang to decline her

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her table. Seeing how pained she looked, the assistant asked, "Manager Wen, Zhui Guang hasn't accepted

chatting now, but Zhui Guang said there isn't time to meet in person." Wen

assistant had prepared mocha for her, without sugar, so the bitterness hit her like a truck the moment she drank it. She didn't find it too terrible when she was tired usually, but given her bad mood today, this sugarless coffee was hard

herself to take another sip before

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 too bad about it. Zhui Guang is just like that. He doesn't attend programs or reveals his face. He usually doesn't contact anyone, either. Since he was willing to accept your request online and chat with you, it's

was a little

the coffee cup and

anxiety in