"Daddy, your complexion is so bad too."

Estie sat down beside her daddy and noticed at first glance how ugly her daddy's complexion was.

Hearing this, Rosalie subconsciously turned to look in Byron's direction.

Byron turned so that his profile was facing her and spoke to Estie casually, "I was working yesterday and slept late."

The little girl frowned. She sniffed the air for a long time before raising her hand to fan the tip of her nose. "Smells like alcohol."

Byron was silent. He turned