Fake Daughter Is Rich Again?

Qiao Nian was stunned for a moment. The video on her laptop had already turned black.

She propped her arm and closed the QQ chat box. As soon as she closed it, Wen Ruxia's profile picture jumped into the message column again.

Qiao Nian had already taken out the score from the drawer, and she was holding a pencil in her left hand. She saw the QQ profile picture flashing in the corner of her notebook. Qiao Nian propped her arm up again and clicked it with a frown.

[Wen: Right, Nian Nian, I forgot to tell you. The MV director we're looking for this time is George Lucas.]

Qiao Nian narrowed her eyes and stared at the name. She was finally a little interested.

On the other side, at the Imperial Mansion.

The black Bentley stopped at the door. The waiter in charge of parking immediately went up to help them open the door.

"Madam Jiang, Miss Jiang."

In the backseat, Jiang Xianrou and Tang Wanru sat side by side, each dressed up.

Tang Wanru was wearing a cheongsam.

the other hand, was

with a long beige windbreaker, looking like

one after another. They should have been a very eye-catching mother-daughter pair, but

couldn't be considered a scowl, right? At least,

Qiao Nian's good results in the software competition" playing continuously in bright red on the mobile broadcast at the entrance of the Imperial Mansion. So

almost squeezed their bags and

saw through her thoughts. Her eyes were cold as she took

Xianrou couldn't help

her face. She

a little angry and embarrassed, She lowered her voice and said, "What are my father

was calmer than her. She tidied the hair on

her temper and

up. Qiao Nian had just entered a competition's group stage. It wasn't like

first place. Did her father and the others have to go so far? Sᴇaʀᴄh thᴇ

suppressing her anger and warned her in advance, "Let me remind you first. You have to calm down

today no

father see your dissatisfaction at