Joseph didn't want to take charge of it either. Actually, as long as Kim didn't like Irish anymore, he could do anything he wanted, which had nothing to do with Joseph.
So as Kim finished it, Joseph sneered and intended to go.
"Joseph..." The woman beside him was just like an abandoned doll and rushed forward poorly, embracing Joseph's arms and begging shatteringly, "Do not go! Please help me."
And then Joseph took a glance at the girl.
She was indeed not a gaudy girl with just a white dress. The belt was a little messy, and her long hair got loose. On the other hand, she seemed to be a little delicate and charming.
There were still tears in her eyes. She thought of him as her hope.
Somehow Joseph thought of Irish, who ran to him with only pajamas and begged him not to leave her with tears when they were in Hong Kong. She was also delicate and charming, which touched him.
But he clearly knew that she was not Irish.
