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Real or Fake Missy : I Have a Piece of Godly Land

The Cheng family finally found the real daughter who had been wandering the streets. Cheng Ling, the fake daughter who had been wrongly adopted for eighteen years, instantly became the family's joke. The real heiress was very domineering and the fake heiress was soon despised by the family. Many people were waiting to see the fake daughter make a fool of herself, but they realized… The world's top medical expert: "May I know where Miss Cheng Ling, who was kicked out of the house, is? I begged her for a long time and she finally agreed to give me a chance to meet her." International idol Best Actor Tang: "Miss Cheng Ling, can you sell me another grape? Just one will do. After eating your grape, my voice is getting much more beautiful." The famous godfather of the Mafia said, "Miss Cheng Ling, can you sell me one of your cucumbers? I was seriously injured in my early years and it's hard for me to recover. Only your cucumbers can save me." Soon, everyone realized that almost all the rich and powerful families in the world had a favor to ask of the fake daughter, Cheng Ling. As long as she said a word, those rich and powerful people would be willing to do anything for her. That was because Cheng Ling had a piece of divine soil in her hands. The fruits of vegetables grown from divine soil had all kinds of magical and powerful effects. Third Master Qin, who was feared by all the aristocrats in the world and was rumored to be extremely cold and ruthless, pretended to be pitiful in front of Cheng Ling. "Ling Ling, my chest hurts. Come, come, come. Stay here tonight. When I take off my clothes, you can take a good look at me…" Cheng Ling: "Stay away from me, don't get in the way of my farming."

JQK · Urban
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Her Past

Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

She still remembered that when she had just transferred to another school, the moment she opened her mouth, she was ridiculed by her classmates.

Perhaps it was because they knew Cheng Xiao's identity and were afraid of her, the mocking slowly subsided.

But now, whenever she stood up to read in English, she still felt that someone was laughing at her behind her back.

Accents were very difficult to change. No matter how hard Cheng Xiao worked, she always felt that she was inferior to others. This inferiority complex was only known to Cheng Xiao herself, and she had never told anyone else about it.

She had never heard Cheng Ling speak English before, but thinking about it, Cheng Ling was so careless in her studies that she probably couldn't even recognize all the English words.

Whenever she thought of this, Cheng Ling's mood would be a little better.