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.

phone and looked up. She rolled down the window and saw the concern in his eyes. A warm feeling flowed through her heart. Her voice was slightly hoarse and low. "Yes, I know. Dad, go back. I'll ask you out for

her promise and hurriedly replied, "Hey! You guys can go. I'll

said goodbye and turned the car around. The black flag drove quietly towards Rhine

when the person in the rearview mirror gradually became smaller. She placed her hand by the window and said softly to the man,

tired and turned on the air conditioner. He grunted and raised an eyebrow when he heard this. "You

can't say that I've found anything. I can only say that I've caught a small tail." Qiao Nian's lips curled up into a smile, but it didn't reach her eyes. She said coldly, "Let's not go back yet. I need to

him

Nian rested her fair fingers on the window lazily and frivolously, but

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quite interesting according to what she found

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she was going to find. He

in a high-end

young men and women were gathered together

had dyed hair. They were either yellow or green. It was obvious that most of them were young

side of the brown sofa, a boy about Qiao Nian's age sat in a corner. His face was tense the entire

him, a man with

put down the microphone and carried a cup over. He smiled and