~Mia Mondragon~
After my parents and I said hello to each other, I gazed at my father, who was a little complicated. I always felt that there was some contact between my father and Albert Ros.
But that was just my guess, I wanted to find an opportunity to talk to my father, maybe it was simply my misunderstanding.
After all, my father has always been very good to me, and when I used to study. I was stricter, but it was always for my good.
How could my Dad be with Albert Ros, to say to myself, but my eyes refused to look at my father more? It is false to say that there are no barriers.
My father also naturally felt that his daughter was unfamiliar with him, but there were outsiders present. And he couldn't directly say that he borrowed money from Albert Ros to treat my mother.
So, my
