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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."

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When it was lunch break, the students all went to the cafeteria to eat together.

Cheng Ling was used to being alone, so she didn't care when she went to eat.

Mingling in the crowd, she went against all and headed to Sun Qi's office.

Sun Qi was a man in his fifties, wearing a pair of round glasses. His hair was not thick, and he never combed it. His hair was always messy, giving people the impression that he was a strange uncle.

Cheng Ling knocked on the door of the office.

Sun Qi was the only one in the office. Sun Qi waved to her, and she walked in.

"Teacher Sun, may I ask why you are looking for me?"

"You are Cheng Ling? You were in class one before, right?"

Sun Qi's desk was not filled with textbooks and homework like the other teachers. His desk was covered with A4 paper. The A4 paper that were filled with drafts, all kinds of formulas, numbers, and letters were piled up together.