Fake Daughter Is Rich Again?

Yin Wenzhi could tell that she had ill intentions towards Qiao Nian. Recalling the conflict between Jiang Xianrou and Qiao Nian at the school's anniversary celebration, she mustered her courage and said in a low voice, "I saw a red sports car picking her up at the school gate today. The driver even sent her roses."

Before Jiang Xianrou could speak, Jiang Yao frowned and said in a low voice, "You said you saw Qiao Nian get into a sports car?"

Xu Jishen had met the younger cousin of the Jiang family once with Jiang Yao. Although they were quite a distance away and did not speak, his intuition told him that the girl was not such a person. He spoke up for Qiao Nian. "Did you see wrongly?"

"I didn't see wrong!" Yin Wenzhi's pretty face was slightly pale, and her eyelashes were trembling, making her look especially charming. She bit her lip, and her expression was a little stubborn. She interrupted Xu Jishen and said firmly, "I saw clearly that the car wasn't from Beijing. It had a foreign license plate. My friend and I saw her get into a red sports car. That car looked very expensive!"

To prove that she was not lying, she tried to recall the appearance of the car she had seen at the school gate at noon. She bit her lip and said, "I remember that the logo of the sports car had a bull on it." Whether it was Jiang Yao, Xu Jishen, or even Zhu Yuanhao and the others, all of them were either rich or noble. As soon as Yin Wenzhi mentioned the bull sign...

Instantly, a luxury car brand appeared in everyone's minds-a Lamborghini.

Jiang Yao's handsome face darkened and his grip on the car door tightened.

Lamborghinis were not cheap. The cheapest cost two million yuan, and a better model cost more than ten million.

How did Qiao Nian know someone who drove a Lamborghini?

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