Madam’s Identities Shocks the Entire City Again

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

Qiao Nian raised her eyes, hiding the coldness in them. She glanced coldly at his hand, which was stretched out in front of her, and stood there without moving or reacting.

Mostly because she couldn’t be bothered.

If not for the fact that Old Master Jiang and the others were still here, her attitude towards Jiang Yao might be even colder!

Jiang Yao raised his hand in the air for a long time without anyone paying attention to him. He retracted his hand awkwardly and rubbed his temples. As if he had a headache, he said bluntly, “Where were you this afternoon? Did you go to the Half Mountain Clubhouse? Who did you go with?”

He felt that he had already controlled his tone and was only asking Qiao Nian gently. However, Jiang Zongjin’s expression still darkened as he pulled him away sternly. “Jiang Yao, aren’t you interfering too much?! Is this something you should ask? I didn’t even ask. It’s not your turn to ask!”

Old Master Jiang’s face was only a little rosy. Seeing that the scene in the ward had darkened, he did not say anything, but he took a deep breath and seemed to be enduring it. He just did not fall out with him.

at the others. His handsome face darkened slightly, but he did not move aside. Instead, he said to him, “Uncle, I know you feel sorry for Qiao Nian. I’m doing this for her own good. I don’t want

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relatives. We won’t harm her. It’s for her own good that we asked clearly. After

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had prepared on the table. On the screen was a red sports car. It was Jian

arrogantly and asked matter-of-factly, “Do you know the car in the photo? Qiao

her view of Qiao Nian. He was already regretting calling Qiao Nian over. He whispered

him. She picked up her phone from the table and glanced at it, then laughed disdainfully and threw the phone down again. Under the black baseball cap, her eyes were soul-stirring. She looked at her with unconcealed laziness and disdain. “Why should I explain to you? Who are you? Ha, Jiang Xianrou, don’t you think you’re too important?! You think

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girl asked very naturally. Her voice was very soft, but it

Jiang Yao’s face was burning and he

Qiao Nian’s

and subconsciously pursed