Fake Daughter Is Rich Again?

Jiang Zongjin's first concern was his daughter, and his second concern was academics.

Ye Wangchuan could chat with him on both topics. Thus, Jiang Zongjin's impression of him improved.

Less than 40 minutes later.

Jiang Zongjin was still a little unsatisfied when he got out of the car. He said very naturally, "Little Ye, I'm here. You guys can go back. We'll talk another day. By the way, the principle of the spiral activation you just mentioned..."

Ye Wangchuan understood instantly. He smiled and immediately said, "I'll organize a document for you and send it over later."

Jiang Zongjin was overjoyed.

This was because the theory Ye Wangchuan proposed was very novel. At least, it was a direction that the academic world did not think of yet.

He was personally very interested.

"Good, good." Although he was happy, he didn't forget that Qiao Nian was still in the car. He reminded the girl looking down at her phone, "Nian Nian, rest early when you get back. Don't tire yourself out." Qiao Nian didn't say much along the way. She played with her phone the entire time.

She seemed to be texting someone.

Jiang Zongjin knew that she knew many people and had many friends, so he did not disturb her. He only talked to her when they were about to part.

A warm feeling flowed through her heart. Her voice was slightly hoarse and low. "Yes, I know. Dad, go

and hurriedly replied, "Hey! You guys

car around. The

She placed her hand by the window and said softly to the man,

slowly knowing she was tired and turned on the air conditioner. He grunted and raised an eyebrow when he heard this.

caught a small tail." Qiao Nian's lips curled up

gave him the

her fair fingers on the window lazily and frivolously, but

had to find someone

things in her father's

quite interesting according to what she found

party wanted to play, she would

ask who she was going to find.

in a high-end KTV

women were gathered together and playing

look old. all of them had dyed hair. They were either yellow or green. It was

about Qiao Nian's age sat in a corner. His face was tense the entire time as he scrolled through the news

a man with green

down the microphone and carried a cup over. He smiled and clung to his shoulder, sitting beside him.