"What are you saying?"
The Fisherman looked puzzled.
"It's about your daughter, how old is she, how tall is she, what does she look like, what does she like to eat, what does she like to do, and so on and so forth."
"Oh, she's two, uh, something in her twenties?"
The Fisherman scratched his head.
"Come on, you don't even know how old your daughter is?"
Liu Zheng was somewhat speechless.
"I have so many things to do every day, how can I remember all that."
The Fisherman said, getting angry and embarrassed.
"Alright, alright, just tell me what you do know."
"She's about 1.6 meters tall, and as for looks, you should just see the photo."
The Fisherman took out a photo from his inner pocket and handed it over to him.
The girl in the photo wore a graduation gown, stood under a French Plane Tree, and flashed a peace sign with a bright smile on her face.
A round face, short hair, wearing glasses, she looked like a slightly chubbier version of Zhao Jinmai.
