Your Son Needs a Good Beating

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"You!" Qiao Lan pointed at Shen Lang, too furious to speak.

Just then.

"Vroom!"

The violent roar of a car engine sounded, and a brand-new blue Bugatti Veyron sped over, stopping in front of the villa.

The Bugatti Veyron, a top-tier supercar, had an exaggerated body design and a striking style, with its dazzling blue polished paint making it quite eye-catching.

The car door opened, and a young man with a non-mainstream Japanese-Korean style got out, wearing sunglasses and earrings. His outfit and demeanor made him look every bit like a playboy.

"Mom, I'm back." The young man called out, chewing gum with his hands in his pockets.

"Xing, you're back. You didn't tire yourself out today, did you?"

Qiao Lan, who had just been full of malice, immediately put on a kind smile upon seeing the young man and got up to greet him.