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The Young Master Is My Top Fan!

[Sweet, No Abuse, Strong Female Lead, Favored By All!] When Ruan Qi became famous. Haters: No matter how pretty, she's undereducated. That very afternoon, the most prestigious institution of higher learning in China posted on social media—Let me introduce our youngest doctoral supervisor, Professor Ruan Qi. Haters: What's the use of hyping up a scholar persona? In the end, she'll still have to bow down to her financial backers. The next day, Ruan Qi appeared at an international economic conference, with her name tag reading—Chairman of Qimu Pharmaceutical Group. Haters: Making so much money, not knowing to contribute to the country. Three days later, an official news release—A new model of nuclear submarine is launched, thanks to Chief Designer Ruan Qi and all the research and development members! Haters: ... Can't afford to provoke, goodbye. * After getting married, a reporter asked Xi Jiu: Ninth Master, how did you manage to pursue the Goddess Ruan? Xi Jiu quietly flipped open a diary. Diary of Chasing My Wife: 1. Vote for my baby in rankings. 2. Cast votes for my baby. 3. Support my baby. 4. Buy out all the tickets for my baby’s movies. 5. Join my baby's fan club. …As everyone knows, the Goddess Ruan has a universe-level wealthy hardcore fan—Ninth Master Xi, Xi Jiu!

Master An · 综合
分數不夠
652 Chs

Chapter 231: Offer This Tangerine Up! (Three More)_1

The little girl looked up at the hospital building.

"Sister Lan, is this the place?"

Mo Lan: "Yes. It's in the inpatient department."

With an 'oh,' the little girl furrowed her brows, sighed, and started walking toward the direction of the inpatient department.

The elevator reached the fourth floor of the inpatient department.

Ruan Qi stepped out of the elevator, politely asked the staff, and then followed the corridor.

Ward 412, the door was closed tightly.

Ruan Qi gently knocked on the door.

"Come in." A female voice came through.

Ruan Qi turned the doorknob, pushing the door open a crack, and poked her small head, covered with a face mask, inside.

"Excuse me... is this Yang Qingqing's ward?"

The two girls in the room were taken aback when they saw the little head poking in.

Why does she look somewhat familiar?

That's when Yang Qingqing, lying in the hospital bed, suddenly sat up, nearly pulling down the IV drip hanging from the hook.