The Father Who Dotes on His Daughter

"What is it? Anna likes Feng Sheng?"

Lancelot was so shocked that he frowned.

"This is absolutely true. Anna has already made several trips to Sharp Manor."

Mo Li leaned forward slightly and leaned her head closer to Lancelot. Her seductive face was full of seriousness.

"How did you know about this?"

Lancelot looked back at Anna and asked.

These were Yangyang and Feng Sheng's private matters. How could an outsider like Mo Li know so much about them?

"I treat Yangyang as my own daughter. I always pay attention to her matters. Of course I know!"

Mo Li said smugly as she clasped her fingers together.

".. Yangyang is my daughter!"

Lancelot looked at Mo Li, who was beaming with joy and did not treat him as an outsider. He felt that he would die of anger sooner or later.

He had traveled the world for almost half his life, but he had never met anyone as thick-skinned as Mo Li.