Fake Daughter Is Rich Again?

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After replying, Qiao Nian leaned against the backseat and closed her eyes to rest.

Liang Conglin and Du Mingwei, who were in front, saw through the rearview mirror that the girl had lowered her baseball cap. She had earphones on and her hand was on her chest. She seemed to be asleep. They looked at each other and naturally lowered their voices. They tried to talk as quietly as possible as they talked on their phones.

Half an hour later.

They arrived at the Intercontinental Hotel and checked in.

The weather in Rao City was better than in Beijing. The sandstorm in Beijing was strong, and the weather in September was exceptionally hot.

In contrast, the weather in Rao City was much milder.

It was close to noon, and the sun was bright but not excessively hot.

Qiao Nian and Du Mingwei waited for

strong aura, and there was a cast on her right wrist. Her eyes

herself didn't care. She was looking

a look at what she was playing. It seemed to be a small game. Qiao Nian's right hand was hanging there, and she was playing quite well with her left hand. He saw the girl pass three rounds in

as fast as

what game she was playing. There didn't seem to be

said to him. "It's a Tower Defense game." Du Mingwei saw that he had guessed correctly and smiled.

asking curiously, "What's the name of this game? It looks pretty good to me. I'll download it for my daughter

age as Qiao Nian. She

figure out that game and didn't really approve of his daughter playing

interesting. He could download it for his daughter.

nurture her logical thinking

her phone. Instead of answering him

a link?" Du