John Gao looked at Usami Qiu in disbelief.

"Say it again? Your son? Jiang Youhe? Is that boy who is following Shen Chenfeng? When did you have a son?" Gao John couldn't believe what he said.

Usamiaki took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, took out one, lit it, and took a long puff.

"What do you know? He has her mother's surname." Usami Qiu exhaled smoke and continued, "His mother Jiang Renhui, the two of us divorced before I debuted. The company at that time did not allow stars.

She was in love. So she left me without saying that she was pregnant. If she had told me at that time, I might have lived with her peacefully."

That was more than ten years ago. Think about it, I am now in my thirties.

"Then how do you know Jiang Youhe is your son? Has he ever looked for you?"

"Just a few years ago, I received a letter, which the child's mother sent to me before she passed away. I also saw a photo of the child and asked me to take good care of him. However, I was busy at the time, so I asked my assistant to take care of him.

He was sent to France, and after two years of training at the military academy, he would have French nationality, so he didn’t contact me after that. Maybe it was because I didn’t let my assistant tell him who I was, and it’s been like this ever since.” Usamiaki looked at it.

He was almost halfway through the cigarette, "Huh... but when I saw a Japanese magazine promotion on TV not long ago, he was next to Shen Chenfeng and Mengmi. I had to look for him when I saw it, right? He is still there now

Not suitable for such a job."

Youhe should have disappeared for two years after returning from France and then appeared, right? He had never heard from him before that, and they lost contact after he came out of the military academy.

"I understand, then you want him to hand it over?",

"No, I just want to talk to him. Can I find Mengmi and give her the letter?" Usami Qiu threw the cigarette in his hand to the ground, stamped on it, put it out and stood up.

John Gao leaned on the sofa and said with a smile: "You made my carpet dirty, uncle."

"After I finish my work, I will buy a hundred of them for you."

"No need, if you find your son, I will be happy with the hundred carpets."

"Haha!" Usamiaki put the envelope that John Gao gave him into the pocket of his windbreaker, opened the door and went out.

Please, Usami.

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[Time returns to the present————]

Usami Qiu raised his glasses and glanced from the top of the hall to the center of the hall.

Yes, there are indeed a lot of people here. There are more people on the second, third, and fourth floors. They look like they are on the riverside... It seems not. They should be from the Yamaguchi-gumi, right?

They looked familiar. I had seen one or two of them beating people on the street before, and they arrogantly called their organization the Yamaguchi-gumi.

It's really okay to deal with the underworld.

"Sir, do you have an invitation letter?" A waiter standing at the door walked up and asked.

"Shen し訳ありませんが, private man's detective していますし, his private knowledge っていた. (Sorry, I'm looking for someone who knows me.)" Usami Qiu turned his attention to the group that gathered more people.
Chapter completed!