Fake Daughter Is Rich Again?

The car door opened from the side as Qiao Nian walked over. The woman in the driver's seat did not get out. She reached out and took off her sunglasses, revealing an ordinary but well-defined oval face. "Qiao."

The woman curled her red lips and took out a large bouquet of fiery red roses. The red of the roses was dazzling and was almost as flashy as the car.

However, the woman did not think so at all. She smiled and handed the flowers over. "Long time no see- This is a gift."

Qiao Nian watched as a bouquet of roses was handed to her. Reluctantly, she reached out to take it and glanced at the card.

The card read: Congratulations on entering the finals.

The handwriting was neat and the strokes were written especially carefully. The fountain pen left a mark on the hook. It was obvious that the person who wrote the card was serious at that time. The card was unsigned.

The sender only congratulated her dryly, not even leaving their name.

She only took one look and knew who had sent her the roses and written the card.

Qiao Nian got into the car. She placed the roses in the back seat and raised her eyebrows. She narrowed her eyes and glanced at the woman in the driver's seat. Her

lips twitched. "Lu Zhi asked

leaned her arm against the window and spoke casually as if she was just

knew that the flowers weren't from her. She rubbed her nose rather dryly and smiled with some surprise. "How do you know they're

of her. The card slowly floated down.

down the brim of her cap and buckled herself in. "The words are

???

Nian leaned back and turned to look at her. Her eyes under the brim of her cap were so eye-catching that Jian

couldn't

man like Lu Zhi could write such ugly words. It was so ugly that it looked like it had been carved out with chicken feet. It was as ugly as a primary school

handwriting.

velvet

he has nothing to do. It's not his fault that his handwriting is ugly, but it's too painful to the eyes. Next time, flowers will do, don't

hahahaha!" Jian Jin burst out

to write the card, but he insisted. I told him that whatever he wrote would not be as good as me getting

so many tricks, but one card