Kimura was sitting on the sofa, holding a photo in his hand, with amusement in his eyes. When he had admired it enough, he put the photo frame in his hand on the table, and then looked at Gao Yu sitting opposite him.

Gao Yu only met Kimura a few times. Although he was not very familiar with him, Gao Yu felt very disgusted with Kimura. She hated his cunning eyes and his middle-aged belly . It's hard to imagine why her mother would marry her to such a man. Gao Yu felt fortunate ...