Fake Daughter Is Rich Again? novel Chapter 1790

She came from the Independent Continent and had never taken the power in the capital seriously.

The Ye family might be able to make her think twice, but the other families were nothing in her eyes.

Not to mention the declining Jiang family and an old master who was more than fifty years old and had half of his body buried in the ground.

Ji Ziyin did not care about this at all. This was also the reason why she did not care much when He Congming told her what he had done previously.

"He's not dead. He's at the hospital. I don't know the exact situation, either. The hospital is keeping it a secret."

Ji Ziyin hummed and stopped speaking. Then, she said indifferently, "It's good that he's not dead. You don't have to worry about Bo Zheng. I'll negotiate with him."

At first, He Congming wanted Ji Ziyin to look for Bo Zheng. Since she had mentioned it herself, he naturally couldn't ask for more. He thanked her.

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The next evening, at Rhine, Qiao Nian received a call from Bo Zheng.

She had just come up from grabbing a bottle of water something at the fridge downstairs. She set it aside and reached for her phone.

"Hey." "The Ji family has interfered." Bo Zheng briefly told her about Ji Ziyin contacting him. "I haven't agreed for now. What do you plan to do next? Continue to detain the He family's goods?"

Bo Zheng subconsciously became serious when he spoke to her. He didn't even notice that he had placed Qiao Nian on an equal footing. "The Ji family of the Independent Continent isn't to be trifled with, and Ji Ziyin's status in the family isn't low. If she doesn't get the answer she wants from me, she will definitely think of other ways to get those goods through others. If she finds someone else, everything you did previously will be for naught."

Qiao Nian's eyes were cold and dry. She remained silent until he finished speaking, only then did she casually pick up the water bottle. The cold water stimulated the skin on her palm, and the temperature instantly dropped.

"By the way, I heard from a friend in the detention center that Jiang Xianrou has been making a fuss about wanting to see you. Qiao Nian, you—"

The girl's eyebrows were quite exquisite, but she was not to be trifled with. She interrupted him coldly, "I'm not meeting her."

Bo Zheng was just asking on behalf of others. Hearing her cold tone, he could guess her attitude towards her. He did not say anything else. "Alright, I understand. I'll do as you say."

He hung up.

Qiao Nian slowly put down her phone.

She didn't sit down. Instead, she leaned against the side and propped up her legs slightly as she held the phone in front of her eyes. The faint light shone on her face, making her already fair skin look even fairer and translucent. Qiao Nian narrowed her dark eyelashes and scrolled through WeChat.