Chapter 49 Do You Hate It

"Send me the photos first." After saying that, Myra hung up the phone, lost in thought.

Kian still stood there and didn't go forward to talk to her.

A moment later, a few photos were sent to the phone of Myra. She clicked them one by one to check.

The shooting distance was not too close, but it was very clear.

In the middle of the picture, Kian stood tall and straight.

He had a good figure. His legs were long and straight in suit pants, and his walking posture was steady and elegant.

She, who was held in his arms, wore a pair of white suit pants. Her legs were hanging from one side of his arm and her feet were bare. It could be seen

at this kind of person was either like Lydia, who looked self-abased and modest on the surface, but liked to do bad secretly, or she looked arrogant on the surface, but actually she felt inferior and uneasy in her heart.

Deep in their hearts, they all harbored resentment and self-abasement towards their own origins. They always wanted to consolidate their position by grabbing more things in their hands.

But Kian looked like a modest gentleman, gentle as jade, confident but not publicized, and no cruelty.

His education was impeccable, and he was even much better than some young men of orthodox families.

Myra also felt strange about it.