Fake Daughter Is Rich Again?

Zhou Moyan's friend's profile picture was very exaggerated. It was as greasy and frivolous as the person himself.

But a car was parked behind the man.

She immediately recognized the car as the same model as the one Qiao Nian's 'boyfriend' was driving. She recalled the price of the car and remembered that Song Tian had told her about Zhou Moyan's family background. This Zhu Yuanhao seemed to be in the same circle as Qiao Nian and her group...

Yin Wenzhi's gaze darkened and she bit her lip.

She wanted to delete the other party's WeChat, but after hesitating, she pressed the cancel button.

At this moment, at Lan Pavilion.

Ye Wangchuan had booked a private room. The people from the same circle as him had all come.

Qin Si got a LED liquid crystal screen computer and placed it on the table.

from the top circle

in the tea. After all,

others. His shoulders relaxed as he carried

softly, "Young Master Qin,

hair was messy and

he was wearing suit pants and a checkered shirt. The shirt was half pressed into his suit pants. He leaned back on the couch, his gaze never leaving the computer screen. "Soon, I think.

raised his forearm and pulled his sleeve to look at the time on his wristwatch. "10 minutes to three o'clock." sᴇaʀᴄh thᴇ FɪndNøvel.ɴet website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the

He bent down and picked up an orange, peeled it, and asked the man beside him,

his long legs on the coffee table. Not interested in the orange the other party handed him, he replied with a

don't

calm our nerves. You actually don't want it?" Qin

a piece of orange into his mouth. A sour smell rose and Qin Si hurriedly

cursed, "Damn, are the fruits in Lan

bought the orange? It's so f*cking