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　　Chapter 531: What is this ugly thing?

　　"Lan Youyou, to be able to use your own daughter as a bargaining chip against others, there is no one else! You sure are a good mother! "

　　Feng Xinglang said carelessly. He believed what Lan Youyou said, but he was angry at what Lan Youyou had done.

　　"Feng Xinglang, I, I'm not lying to you …" The ball was really taken away by the Hetun! I'm trying to deceive you. Just … Then we will die a horrible death! "

　　Lan Youyou started to swallow. Before the dizziness pa.s.sed, she was still in a trance.

　　"Isn't the Hetun your foster father? You should think of a way yourself! "

　　Feng Xinglang hung up the phone coldly. And then he fell into deep thought.

　　"Feng Xinglang... Feng Xinglang... "

　　Faced with the sound of his phone being hung up, Lan Youyou wanted to cry, but no tears came out.

　　"Feng Xinglang, you b.a.s.t.a.r.d who killed a thousand times … "So you're your own daughter!"

　　Lan Youyou roared with all his might, but Feng Xinglang could not hear it. His gaze was locked on his precious son, who was holding onto him and trying to open the smart door.

　　The fingerprints on Feng Xinglang's left hand had already been tested by little friend Linnuo one by one. However, that d.a.m.ned smart door still remained untouched, with no signs of it opening at all.

　　Thus, the little guy placed his hopes on Feng Xinglang's right fingerprint.

　　But when he raised his head, the little fellow had met his father, Feng Xinglang's, deep gaze. The little guy seemed to be startled for a moment, and then suddenly became very polite:

　　"Feng Xinglang, can I borrow your right hand for a bit?"

　　Feng Xinglang was both angry and amused at the same time. She only wanted to escape from him, her biological father's son.

　　His heart was not only sad, it was also extremely cold.

　　Wasn't it said that between father and son, there was a kins.h.i.+p that was thicker than water, and it was secretly maintained? Why was this brat not even close to his own father?

　　"Nuonuo, let's have a good talk." Feng Xinglang threw a brick and led the way.

　　The little fellow blinked his clear eyes at his father, Feng Xinglang, and said, "I have nothing to talk about with you!"

　　"Why is there nothing to talk about? Our blood is thicker than water! "

　　Feng Xinglang bent over and pecked her son's face, nuzzling him with her nose.