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 of Beijing sat around the

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

as Tang Ning and the others. His shoulders relaxed as he carried a plate of fruits over and

Master Qin, Miss Qiao's

gotten a tinfoil perm. His hair was messy

pants. He leaned back on the couch, his gaze never leaving the computer screen. "Soon, I think. Master Wang said it starts

at the time on his wristwatch. "10 minutes to three o'clock." sᴇaʀᴄh thᴇ FɪndNøvel.ɴet website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters

the LED screen. He bent down and picked up an orange, peeled it, and

Wangchuan placed his long legs on the coffee table. Not interested in the orange the other

really don't want it?

You actually don't want it?" Qin Si took it away in disinterest. "Forget it,

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

are the fruits

Who bought the orange? It's so f*cking