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.

promise and hurriedly replied, "Hey! You guys

and turned the car around. The black flag drove

in the rearview mirror gradually became smaller. She placed her

slowly knowing she was tired and turned on the air conditioner. He grunted and raised an

that I've caught a small tail." Qiao Nian's lips curled up into a smile, but it didn't

gave him

her fair fingers on the window lazily and frivolously, but her eyes were

had to

some things in her father's

this matter was quite interesting according

the other party wanted to play, she would naturally

was going to find. He just put the address

same time, in a

of young men and women were gathered together

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

Nian's age sat in a corner. His face was tense

him, a man with

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