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.

group of people from the top circle of Beijing sat around the

brought in the tea. After all,

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

Master Qin, Miss Qiao's competition hasn't

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

shirt was half pressed into his suit pants. He leaned

to look at the time on his wristwatch. "10 minutes to three o'clock." sᴇaʀᴄh thᴇ

picked up an orange, peeled it, and asked the man beside him, "Master Wang, do

the orange the other party handed

really don't want it?

it's good that we eat an orange to calm our nerves. You actually don't want it?" Qin Si took it away in disinterest. "Forget it, I'll

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

fruits in

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