Fake Daughter Is Rich Again?

Ye Wangchuan smiled for no reason. His mood automatically became better when he saw her. "You slept this afternoon?"

"Mm-hm." Qiao Nian pulled out a chair from the desk and sat down. She had just woken up and was still in a lazy state. She narrowed her eyes and replied lazily.

Then, she looked at the background and placed her arm on the table. She retracted her gaze and asked simply, "You're at the auction?"

Ye Wangchuan raised his eyebrows and restrained the light in his eyes for a moment. Then, he nodded and said, "The auction has just begun. It's not time for us to buy anything yet."

"Okay," Qiao Nian replied lazily, knowing what they wanted to buy. She didn't seem interested.

However, Qin Si was eavesdropping from the side. He was even more excited than Ye Wangchuan upon seeing her. He leaned over excitedly and said to the girl on the other end of the video call, "Sister Qiao, it's a pity that you returned to Beijing. If you hadn't left, we would have come together."

Qiao Nian lowered her eyes and placed a hand on her lap. Her fingers tapped her tight slowly. "I was coming back to Beijing with Principal Liang and the others. I couldn't go."

"I know. I'm just saying. Otherwise, we

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Rhine Apartments. His question was as if he had not asked. However, the girl was patient and seemed to have a good temper. She said slowly, "The plane arrived at the capital airport at noon. Then, Principal Liang and the others went back to school. I went to eat hotpot

paused and looked up again. Her black and white eyes were beautiful and eye-catching. "Zhang Yang helped me book a private room and even gave me money. I transferred the money to him, but he

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