Fake Daughter Is Rich Again?

"Zongjin, do you have anything to say?" Old Master Jiang asked for Jiang Zongnan's opinion, then turned his head and asked Jiang Zongjin again.

Jiang Zongnan had just returned from the company. He was dressed in a suit and leather shoes. In addition, the Jiang family's connections had basically been handed over to him to manage over the years. He had been dealing with famous people in Beijing all year round, so he had also developed a serious and refined sense of dignity.

His aura was actually the same as that of Ye Wuchuan and Qin Si, and it was different from ordinary people. Only those who had been in high positions for a long time could carry this aura.

In comparison...

Jiang Zongjin was more like an ordinary person. His clothes were simple and he did not care about branded goods. His dressing style was not so formal, either. He was wearing an ordinary casual jacket with a sports shirt inside. His aura was not as prominent as Jiang Zongnan's.

He also wore glasses, which lowered the aura of his body, and the smell of books on him was very strong.

At first glance, he didn't look like a successful person.

He was incomparable to Jiang Zongnan.

However, compared to Jiang Zongnan, Jiang Zongjin lived a more ordinary and stable life. Hesitation flashed

he pursed

their opinions, Old Master Jiang withdrew his gaze, ordered the nurse to pour him a glass of water, and said

Jiang then divided all the family's

been in charge for many years. These things were all handed over to their family to manage, and they did not even ask for any dividends

was equivalent to giving them

only endure it desperately until Old Master Jiang finished dividing all the family property even though she was angry. Tang

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