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.

top circle of Beijing sat

not to disturb them when he brought in the tea. After all, he

Yang had become familiar with Qin Si recently. He was not as nervous as Tang Ning and the others. His shoulders relaxed as he carried a plate of fruits over and placed it in

he asked Qin Si softly, "Young Master Qin, Miss Qiao's

tinfoil perm. His hair was messy and fluffy, making him look

pants and a checkered shirt. The shirt was half pressed into his suit pants. He leaned back

raised his forearm and pulled his sleeve to look at the time on his wristwatch. "10

from the LED screen. He bent down and picked up an orange, peeled it, and asked the man beside him, "Master Wang, do you want

Not interested in the orange the other party handed him, he replied with a

really don't want

good that we eat an orange to calm our nerves. You actually

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

the fruits in Lan Pavilion so

orange? It's so