Lin Hao is listening to a cold sweat. Last year's father's day, besides this year, what's more, a toothbrush? Made of gold?

"brother Hao, who is going to kill you? Tell Dad to kill them! " Feng Xiting looked up at Lin Hao and said viciously.

"ha ha..." Lin Hao pinched Feng Xiting's nose and said with a wry smile. "There are many people who want to kill me. Even your father can't kill them all at once."

"Oh, what then?" Feng Xiting asked anxiously.

Lin Hao raised a strange smile at the corner of his mouth, and his eyes seemed to fall on the teenager. "It's OK. If others...