Fake Daughter Is Rich Again?

On the other side, in a hot pot restaurant in Beijing.

The bottom of the pot rolled out an alluring fragrance under the high temperature. The fiery red color alone was appetizing.

Qiao Nian ate until she was 70% full, then her eating speed began to slow down. When she threw down her chopsticks, she rested her chin on her cold white wrist and casually leaned back in her chair to play with her phone. Guan Van had just sent her a message.

[Guan Yan: Boss, Qi Lanyin is in an abandoned factory. What are you going to do with her? Kill her or...?]

What a ruthless person!

Qiao Nian clicked her tongue. Holding her chin, she replied with one hand.

[Q: Wait a little longer.]

Soon, Guan Yan replied to her.

[Guan Yan: OK, I'll follow your arrangements.]

[Guan Yan: Miss Qi is quite honest. I thought I would have to knock her out. I didn't expect her to be so obedient.]

Qiao Nian didn't know what had happened to make Guan Yan feel that Qi Lanyin was 'honest'.

Her slender fingers tapped the side of her face. Her eyes were half-closed, lazy.

She didn't reply. Her thoughts were scattered.

an 'honest person'. At least compared to Qiao Chen and Jiang Xianrou, Qi

had been the same

she was at a disadvantage, she would not blindly argue no matter how

Qiao Nian was thinking this, her

present, she looked down at the new message on her

time, it wasn't Guan Van. It was Slim Waist

talkative

Gossip.

a bunch

Nian finished reading ten lines at a glance. He had sent seven or eight lines of text. In summary, everything could be

lips twitched. Her body was very honest. She clicked away from his profile

forgotten that the last few times she had revealed her identity was because

he knew that the Black Mandala was related to her and Guan Van, Qiao Nian couldn't imagine how she would be

always had countless

was best not

meal. Qin Si was almost full as well. He

thought of something. He asked, "By the way, Master Wang, Sister Qiao, do you know about the Black Mandala?" Qiao

that the girl stopped playing with her phone and

also put down his chopsticks and wiped the corner of his mouth elegantly. His voice was low and pleasant.

"The Black Mandala has

the gossip.

in Si was very keen

spirits what the Black Mandala was about and