In the days Bai Zhi'er spent playing in Peng City, she received letters from her father and mother almost every day.
Each of them sent a letter, and every time they wrote different things.
Her mother was most concerned about her relationship with Feng Fuce.
She always asked in the letter, "How far have you two progressed? If there are any doubts, be sure to ask your mother, don't keep it to yourself. You still don't understand anything about relationships."
Or she'd write in the letter, "Zhi'er, you're a smart child. You can hold hands with him, but don't let the cunning old Demon Lord take any other advantage."
When Bai Zhi'er read this letter, Feng Fuce happened to be behind her.
"Cunning, old?" The young Demon Lord frowned slightly.
He began to recall whether he was too harsh when he offended the Heavenly Dao in the past.
How could she describe him like that!
He had never played any insidious tricks.
"This is slander," Feng Fuce said.
