C209 Hong Tianxiang's Nightmare

Hong Tian Xiang looked suspiciously at his son's back. Recalling his son's expression just now, an ominous premonition ignited within him. Son, his son couldn't have gotten addicted to drugs again, right? Hong Tianxiang didn't dare to imagine such a scenario.

The heart of Hong Tianxiang, who was leaning on a walking stick, was heavy as he arrived outside his son's room