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He was completely stunned. He held his phone for a long time before he stiffly turned his head to Luo Qing. He had an expression that was uglier than crying as he said, "Leader Luo... Why didn't you tell me that Miss Qiao is Master Nie's last disciple?"

Luo Qing:"???"

"Master Hie?"

He reached out and snatched the phone. "Let me see!"

What the hell would he know? Third Young Master Gu and Master Wang had never said that Miss Qiao knew Master Nie. He was born and raised in Beijing. Of course, he knew that the members of the few big families in Beijing all wanted to be Master Nie's last disciple. So Master Nie's last disciple was Miss Qiao????

The banquet hall on the third floor of Huanyu Hotel was filled with guests.

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Wei Ling did not come, no one from the Tang family would come either. The quality

relatives from the Qiao family. Other than that, there were also some business partners of Qiao

not many people from the latter

openly fell out with the Qiao Corporation. After they no longer gave the Qiao Corporation face, most of

banquet's atmosphere was

that Qiao Chen got into Qing University, and it was worth celebrating. However, Qiao Nian, who had been personally chased out by Shen Qiongzhi, was ranked first. Qiao Chen's 19th place

announced her results to the public today. When she casually checked the Internet, all she saw was news of

in the morning, First High School even specially set off firecrackers to celebrate. Banners congratulating Qiao Nian on her good results could be seen everywhere on

been admitted

School. Although Fifth High School had also put up a banner

clearly a good thing, but Qiao Chen was covered in dirt during the meal. She could feel her

knives, the blades

pushed the bowl away,