C494 What Dog Love Go Away!

This time, the arrowhead of the crossbow was still aimed at Fenng Xinglang.

Fenng Xinglang smiled bitterly. He did not have the slightest fear, nor did he shrink back. He just stared deeply and peacefully at his biological son, who was holding the crossbow in his father's hand.

Perhaps the only thing Fenng Xinglang felt relieved about was that the last time he was in the washroom of the club