Fake Daughter Is Rich Again?

Three hours later, the old man moved his eyes away from the microscope and looked at the pills he had made. His shoulders shook with excitement. He quickly found his phone and took a photo. Then, he pulled out the few contacts in the communication channel and sent it to the person marked Q.

It was still six in the afternoon in Beijing. The summer weather was just right.

Qiao Nian returned to the apartment and went upstairs to take a shower before coming out, wiping her shiny black hair with a towel.

Seeing her laptop light up on the table, she walked over and clicked on a button with one hand. With the other, she picked up the bottle of mineral water lying beside her. She unscrewed the cap and leaned sideways against the edge of the desk. Tilting her head back, her throat moved up and down as she took a sip.

She screwed the lid back on and put the mineral water down. Without moving her eyes, she clicked on the photo sent to her.

The photo showed a series of cryptic numbers.

Qiao Nian read the experimental data ten lines at a time. Her fingers covered the mouse as she calmly disposed of the photo, ensuring that no one would steal it through the Internet.

She finished and picked up the towel again, intending to continue drying her hair.

In the end, she received a call from Liang Conglin.

"Hello."

Conglin's voice asked her anxiously as soon

of the robot system you

system she

Nian narrowed her

handled were unique, including the heated

copy for every

only an assignment for the competition. There was no reason for her to specially make a backup. However, Qiao Nian keenly sensed the anxiety in his tone. Her eyes

to Professor Du and the others was

in the illegal district and knew that she was

did not have so

at school without hiding anything. "We've already checked with the security room but we're not sure if we can find the missing USB drive. I was

computer...

a backup on your computer, we

her eyebrows, her tone surprised.

a USB

the teacher's office of