Fake Daughter Is Rich Again?

Only Zhang Yang was a sociable person. Even if he was cold to her, he would at least reply to her. Recently, Qin Si and Bo Jingxing had not even replied to her messages. Jiang Xianrou was gloomy after sending Zhang Yang a WeChat message. The driver had already driven the car away from Qing University.

She looked out of the window at the speeding scenery and felt depressed.

Her grip on the phone tightened again.

Fortunately, she felt slightly better when she thought about how Madam Zhu had said that Qiao Nian had broken her hand and couldn't participate in the finals.

On the other side, in the emergency department of Beijing First Hospital.

A few doctors were gathered together, stitching up Qiao Nian's wound.

The small treatment room was full of people.

Old Master Ye, Wen Ruxia, Ye Lan, Yuan Yongqin, and the others had all arrived. They all kept quiet and tried their best to reduce their presence so that they wouldn't affect the doctor from suturing Qiao Nian. This surgery was not a big one.

However, everyone's expressions were solemn, each one more solemn than the last. It was as if Qiao Nian's injury was as serious as the sky falling on them.

on the doctor who was stitching up Qiao Nian's wound. He was afraid that the

Master looked serious

room would dare

stayed outside in the corridor, waiting for news. Actually, none of them could

family could

Li occupied one side of

He reacted the same way as Old Master Ye and stared at

that the doctor wouldn't treat Qiao Nian's

stood next to them, in a corner

fists and

her back straight. The doctor didn't give her an anesthetic. He sterilized

suture the wound...

it, but Qiao Nian endured

hurt in her place, but no

heart ached, he didn't nag. He just stood quietly. Sᴇaʀch Thᴇ FɪndNøvel.ɴet

dad had gone out to take a call