The butler placed the letter in front of Qin Nanyu, holding back his words. He thought that the young master ran away from home just to oppose Qin Nanyu.
After all, no child could endure a father who not only didn't help fulfill their wishes but suddenly gave them a beating.
Well, now it was happening. The little one was ready to rebel.
"Let me see."
Qin Nanyu reached for the letter and, seeing the handwriting, furrowed his brow.
Handwriting this ugly, and he still dared to write him a complaint letter?
"I, Qin Morui, am four years old this year." Qin Nanyu paused.
Was this a complaint letter or a self-introduction? The name was correct, but the handwriting was so terrible that even a mother wouldn't recognize it.
Qin Nanyu sneered and continued reading, "I have a tyrant of a dad, and I hate him."
This needed correction. They both hated each other.