Fake Daughter Is Rich Again?

Qiao Nian raised her brow. Her eyes were dark and clear as she put her hands back in her pockets. "No need. My friend's grandpa is my elder as well, take this as a meeting gift to Old Master." Ajar of pills as a meeting gift?

And one with no label at that?

Those who were oblivious would think that this girl was stingy. Given Old Master Wei's status, she should at least have gifted him something like ginseng or deer placenta at least.

How could she gift him a random jar with just several pills'

Only Ye Lan who had been disadvantaged before knew exactly what was going on. She could tell right away what Qiao Nian had handed to Wei Lou.

The drug in the black market!

She did a rough count and figured there were about ten pills or slightly more. Damn, she just casually gave him something worth a property in Beijing. This was an incredibly huge meeting gift!

too? She almost burst into laughter upon thinking about it. She felt that if this went on, this Nian Nian could just support Wangchuan.

of this favor from her. He didn't rush inside to see Old Master

she

something to attend to,"

birthday in two days. Since she was already here, she should have a meal

asked, "Have you found

received when she got off the plane. Ye Wangchuan had booked the rooms for her and even sent her the hotel address and room number. She shook her head and

She said to the man before her, "Don't worry about me, go have a look at your grandpa first. I'm leaving soon, anyway. I

Lou had booked the flight tickets for her and knew what time she woke up for it. Given Qiao Nian's personality, the fact that she woke up at five in the morning showed just how much she prioritized this

grandpa was fine now, he didn't

home now. He said easily, "Alright. I'll get the butler to send you to the hotel. I'll call you again when I'm done

that he could just not call her. She had no idea what time she

if she was woken from

words reached her lips, she swallowed them back,

just woken up, she couldn't possibly ignore them