Fake Daughter Is Rich Again?

Outside the Ninth Branch, Ye Wangchuan had just finished dealing with his matters.

Qin Si and Bo Jingxing were also there. The three of them agreed to find a clubhouse nearby for tea.

The light floral tea had just been served and the fragrance of tea filled the air. The man was leaning against the leather couch in a lazy and casual posture and holding his cell phone as if he was reading a message.

Initially, Qin Si thought that it would be better to have a drinking game, but in the end, he was forced to drink tea with a 2-1 vote against alcohol. He had no interest in the art of tea-sipping and drank from the exquisite and small teacup like a cow. After finishing it in one gulp, he knocked the cup on the table again and waited for the tea master dressed in traditional Chinese attire to brew it for him again.

A cynical expression appeared on his handsome face as he complained impatiently, "1 say, the two of you are only f*cking in your twenties. Why do you live like old men? Isn't the Lan Pavilion great? Why do you have to come all the way here to drink tea? I don't see any difference between the tea here and the ones at my place. Aren't they just a few leaves floating in the water?"

can say that here, but don't say that outside." Bo Jingxing was dressed in a blue shirt, with the top button buttoned up to

at his refined scummy appearance. "So what if I say it? I don't believe they dare to bite

pursed his lips again. "Can you not be pretentious? Where's the ruthlessness of fighting with me when we were young, when you rode on my

Jingxing's personality was quite similar to Master

with in front of Sister Qiao, but in front of outsiders, he exuded an

Bo Jingxing, who always looked like he

knew that the first person to not provoke was Master Wang, and

Evil tricks!

one gulp in frustration. It had only been 10 minutes, and he could barely sit

man leisurely playing with his phone on the opposite sofa. His eyes moved,

his cell