Fake Daughter Is Rich Again?

"I didn't expect it to be her, either." Qiao Nian's reaction was similar to his. She lowered her eyes slightly, hiding the sharpness in them. In a hoarse voice, she asked, "How... do I put it?" She smiled, her red lips curving into a rather wicked smile. Her dark eyes were beautiful and cold. "She's quite good at courting death!"

Ye Wangchuan saw that her mood was not as bad as before and seemed to have returned to normal. He reached out and tucked her hair behind her earlobe, then lowered his head and said gently, "Let's go. I'll take you to a doctor to suture the wound."

He reached out and gently stroked the wound on the girl's right arm. His tall and slender figure stood upright. His black pants wrapped around his slender legs, outlining his sexy and perfect lines. A trace of shock and pain flashed across Ye Wangchuan's eyes as he looked at her and asked in a low voice, "Does it hurt?"

Qiao Nian turned her head to look when he mentioned the wound on her arm. Her right wrist was fractured, and her entire arm was numb. She definitely wouldn't be able to raise her arm, but it hurt... Qiao Nian thought for a moment and said nonchalantly, "It's alright. It doesn't hurt much."

Ye Wangchuan pursed his thin lips into a straight line and did not speak. However, the bloodlust in his deep eyes could not be suppressed.

Qiao Nian's right hand would take at least half a month to recover, not to mention the deep wound on her arm. It would probably leave a scar in the future.

Girls were vain.

He knew that Qiao Nian might not care.

But he cared.

that someone

bring his negative emotions to Qiao Nian. He closed his eyes and suppressed his anger. In an instant, he returned to his usual noble and graceful demeanor. He carefully supported the girl's uninjured side and said,

my teacher?" Qiao Nian

of a molehill. He nodded naturally. "Yes, I can rest

Qiao Nian was speechless.

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his hand again and very patiently helped her straighten her slightly wrinkled clothes before rubbing the top of her head

Let

he whispered,

at you.

"Actually, I—"

"Actually, I'm quite relieved." But she swallowed her words when she saw his

For some reason, she followed