Wen Qiao spent the whole afternoon and finally figured it out. It was as if she had been reborn.,The name Fu Nanli, it sounds a bit familiar. A flash of white suddenly crossed my mind, and I remembered it. It seemed like I had seen this name in the news last life. Two days before filling out their college application list, Fu Jia's only heir, Fu Nanli, died in a car accident on his way to the airport.,Wen Qiao took a look at the calendar on her desk. June 24th was circled, which was the day after tomorrow, that —。