Fake Daughter Is Rich Again?

Wei Qi's cell phone rang. He drunkenly took it out of his pocket and saw that it was Wei Ling calling. Annoyed, he snapped, "Calling me so late at night, what a bother!"

At this point, a nice, low voice sounded in front of him. "Who is Wei Qi?"

Someone nudged him. "Young Master Wei, someone's looking for you."

"It's a girl."

Wei Qi looked up while still heavy-headed. He saw a figure in a hoodie and jeans, but the casual clothing did not mask the imposing wild aura. The girl looked pretty young, probably 18 or 19 years of age, and she had a really pretty face. Her eyes were dark and her hands were in her pockets as she leaned against the wall.

Wei Qi's eyes were glued to her. He ignored the ringing of his cell phone and smiled with ill intention. After whistling at her, he called out, "Beautiful girl, looking for me?"

"You're Wei Qi?"

her gaze landed on his hand. She took her hands out of her pockets and laughed as her eyes lit up slightly-she looked

walking towards him as

agonizing scream and saw the pampered Young Master Wei on the ground. His hand covered his mouth, and it could be

just then. She punched him over and over as if wanting to

passersby started

men were in utter shock by what they were

"Damn, what's going on..."

waiting for, drag her

to inhale and catch his breath. And still, despite his

Shen

Wei Qi eight times in a row, but not a single call

isn't he picking up? Wei Qi would usually pick up by now no matter his

have the contact numbers

whole time. She rarely was this frustrated and flustered. Upon hearing Qiao Chen's suggestion, she raised a brow and glanced at