C1412 Maltose

Feng Qianyue frowned slightly when he heard this and asked, "Who told you this?"

He was, after all, a child, naive to the point of making people laugh, but so was the daughter who had appeared in his dreams. She was as simple and persistent as a fool, as foolish as her mother, so foolish that she made him angry and disgusted.

So he hated the daughter, and the daughter didn't like him either