Fake Daughter Is Rich Again?

Outside.

Mo Xi jogged over and opened the car door for Qiao Nian.

The girl walked to the door, raised her baseball cap, and revealed an exquisite face. Her dark eyes glanced at Mo Xi.

Mo Xi stood in front of the door without moving.

Helplessness flashed across Qiao Nian's eyes. She pursed her lips and got into the car first.

Mo Xi respectfully closed the door for her and walked around before getting into the driver's seat. After getting into the car, he tactfully turned on the air conditioner and looked at the girl through the rearview mirror. He said in a low voice, "Miss Qiao, don't worry. I won't mention what happened just now to anyone."

Mo Xi's heart was still pounding.

If he had not experienced it personally, who would have thought that the bumpkin who was rumored not to be from the Independent Continent was actually a direct descendant of the Ji family!

The Ji family's direct line of descent had begun to wither 20 years ago. In Ji Lingfeng's generation, there was only one continuation under his name.

Ji Nan.

Even if Ji Nan was not in the black gunpowder-related business, his status in the Ji family was still important.

It could be seen how rare and precious the direct

bloodline was!

He never expected Qiao Nian to be related to the Ji family and be a legitimate direct descendant.

From the moment he jogged to open the car door for her, Qiao Nian knew that he was most likely going to say this. She casually took out her phone and sent a message, not even looking up at him. "It's fine even if you say it."

Mo Xi wanted to express his loyalty. "Miss Qiao, don't worry. I won't tell anyone. I know that I can't casually talk about this matter. You can tell Master Wang when you want to."

Qiao Nian finally looked up after she finished editing the message and sending it. Her black eyes were clear and pure. "He knows."

After sending the message successfully, Qiao Nian put away her phone and changed her posture. She nestled more comfortably in her seat. "He long knows about it."

Qiao Nian paused. She was already a little tired after running around all day, so she closed her beautifut eyes. "So it doesn't matter if you tell him or not."

Mo Xi was completely speechless now.

Coupled with the fact that he could see the fatigue on Qiao Nian's face through the rearview mirror, he tactfully did not continue.

Instead, he asked where she wanted to go.

Qiao Nian reported the address of Ye Wangchuan's residence.

Mo Xi started the car without another word.

The red Lamborghini drove away like an arrow.

They disappeared at the intersection of the Ji family's old residence.

At the First Research Institute.

Everyone in the Level 8 laboratory was busy.

Today, Qiao Nian, Xu Yi, and Shen Qingfeng did not come. Only Xue Zhu came to report. The people in the laboratory did not say anything, and their attitudes toward them became even colder.

Only Cao Yanhua took the time to show Xue Zhu a few small experiments.

Xie Xinyao led one of the experiments.

Her face was dark the entire time as if someone owed her a million yuan.

Xue Zhu was worried about Xu Yi's safety and could not be bothered by the unfriendly gazes.

She acted as if she was blind and watched the entire experiment in a daze.

It was not until Xie Xinyao took off her white gloves that she said to Cao Yanhua, who was walking past, "Senior Brother Cao, I'm a little tired. I want to go next door and rest. Is that okay?" Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.