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.

of people from the top circle of Beijing sat

in the tea. After all, he couldn't afford to offend anyone

nervous as Tang Ning and the others. His shoulders relaxed as he carried

softly, "Young Master Qin, Miss Qiao's

recently gotten a tinfoil perm. His hair was messy and fluffy, making him look like

wearing suit pants and a checkered shirt. The shirt was half pressed into his suit pants. He leaned back on the couch, his gaze

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picked up an orange,

on the coffee table. Not interested in the orange the other

don't want it?

eat an orange to calm our nerves. You actually don't want it?" Qin Si took it away in

orange into his mouth. A sour smell rose and Qin Si hurriedly spat the

the fruits in Lan Pavilion

bought the orange? It's so