C158 We'll Cultivate Our Feelings

Fannxing's eyes turned red when she heard that.

She held her father's arm tightly and gently leaned her head on his shoulder, acting like a spoiled child, "Not old, not old at all. My father is the most handsome and youngest father in the world."

She suddenly thought of something and raised her head with a whoosh. She looked at her father and said in an unusually serious manner, "Dad