Fake Daughter Is Rich Again?

Jiang Li walked over and looked around. He didn't see the prospective candidate. Pulling his chair aside and sitting down, he asked Ou San suspiciously, "Where is Nian Nian? Why is she not here?"

Gu San had just gone to heat up a glass of milk and was bringing it over. After hearing Jiang Li's question, he looked at him and replied calmly, "I don't know. I haven't seen Miss Qiao, either. I think she's still sleeping."

"She's still sleeping?" Jiang Li couldn't calm down. He dropped the buns he was holding in shock, not wanting to eat them anymore. He looked at his watch, turned his head, and asked the man sitting on the sofa, who had his legs crossed and was playing with his cell phone, "Master Wang, what time will the examination begin?"

Ye Wangchuan was replying to a message from the Ninth Branch. As soon as he sent the message, he raised his eyes and pursed his thin lips. He seemed to be in a good mood. "It begins at half-past eight." "Half-past eight..." Jiang Li lowered his head and looked at the time.

His handsome face suddenly changed, looking as though he had eaten a bitter gourd. He lifted his head and said, "It's half-past seven now..."

There was only one hour left, and Qiao Nian was still sleeping.

Jiang Li was unable to describe his complicated mood.

He initially wanted to go and wake her up. However, after thinking about it and remembering her grades, he felt that it would seem like he was worrying too much.

Nian had just

wasn't awakened by her

the various incoming text messages and phone

take a cold shower to cool down. She waited for the tiredness to wash off her before she came out

phone was full of

and Su Huaiyuan had even called

and Qin Si

the messages, Qin Si's messages contained the most amount of

who had sent her messages, he was the only one who

were very dry as she clicked on Qin Si's message. After scrolling through a bunch of nonsense, she finally got to his main

do you think you can score in

grades, you

major, you can always look for me. I will

Nian raised her eyebrows. She slid her finger across the screen again and turned on her cell phone again. She realized that these two messages were the only messages sent after seven o'clock. The first

her cold eyes and then casually replied to