Chapter 497
ger Nie," and then called out again, "General Manager Si" ......She turned around and realized that her son had been following them all the way to the main building of the corporation..."You, you how...Chapter 497
"Huh Turns out she's the founder of qy She's so young..."
I saw that Wu Yu was particularly polite to her before, and I even guessed that she might be the daughter of the founder of qy...
"I always thought the founder of qy was male."
"I thought she was a high-level executive at the founding of qy..."
No one expected that Ou Yan was the true founder of the qy brand!
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Wow, that's amazing...
Is it true, as Xu Aijin said, that they started beating people because they couldn't get the land
"Well, is my daughter not making herself clear enough"
Suddenly, a noble and elegant lady walked out of the crowd. She glanced coldly at Xu Aqin with a hint of sarcasm in her voice.
My daughter said, your daughter deserves a beating. You don't look for the reason from your own daughter and dare to question my daughter Who gave you the guts!
What is this Please provide more context.
Xu Aijin was startled when she saw the visitor. "You, you said..."
Song Qiao Ying actually said, Ou Yan is her daughter......
How is that possible
As she thought this, Xu Aqin's mind suddenly flashed a news story, the top scorer of the college entrance exam, Li Ouyan...
Ou Yan surname Li... Let me know if you'd like me to translate any more text!
Could it be, that Ou Yan's biological family, is actually the wealthy Li Family
No, impossible......
"Your daughter's skin is so thick, my baby girl's hands hurt. I demand that your entire family apologize to my daughter!"
When Xu Aijin heard Song Qiao Ying's words, she was beyond disbelief. She had seen unreasonable people before, but never someone as unreasonable as this!ediately turned on the computer and hacked into the system, finding nothing inside.She could only disable the surveillance on the first floor and then leave, returning to the garden as if nothing had...