“I…”
Chen Xiaolian felt restrained and hesitated on what he should say.
Qiao Qiao’s father indifferently produced a stack of papers and tossed it onto the table.
“Chen Xiaolian, eighteen years old, resident of XX City, student of XXX School, also holds the identity of a web author who made a contract with a certain website. A web novel author with bank account number XXXXXXX. One property under your name and a deposit of RMB 864,306.10…” Qiao Qiao’s father spoke out in indifference.
Chen Xiaolian did not say anything.
Naturally, he knew that Qiao Qiao’s family was extremely wealthy. For someone as rich and powerful as her father, finding information about himself was not much different from drinking a cup of coffee.
Moreover, Chen Xiaolian did not see anything wrong with the harsh attitude shown by Qiao Qiao’s father.
