I Had A Hard Time Pursuing Her

Albert took the phone and looked at the pictures.  The pictures were clear. It showed him and a young woman walking side by side, as he held onto the woman's round belly. The woman carried a child in her arms as he looked from the side. A few years later, the child grew up, and was about at the age of seven. He and the woman each held the child's hands with a smile, and anyone who saw them would have thought that they were a family of three.  After looking at the pictures, Albert handed the phone back to Jefferson calmly, as if the people in the pictures had nothing to do with him.  Jefferson was so angry that he clenched his first tightly. If the person in front of him wasn't his father, he would have punched him at once. "What do you have to say about it?" Albert said expressionlessly, "Things aren't like what you've seen." "I've seen it with my own eyes, how can it be fake?" Jefferson gritted his teeth with rage. "Albert Hefner, are you still a man? How do you still have the audacit