The little friend with bugs picked up the black and white photo with his little hand and carefully looked at it …

　　Feng Xinglang almost held his breath!

　　"Bug..." Bug! "

　　The little guy suddenly shouted excitedly at the photo.

　　In the photo, although Cong Gang was younger than ten years, the outline of his face and facial features did not change much. And at that time, his face looked especially 'old' because of the hatred in his heart.

　　Feng Xinglang almost instinctively flipped to the back of the photo along with the rest of the photos that were flipped over. After messing up the order, Feng Xinglang used his palm to hold down all the photos that were flipped over.

　　"Insect, dad will play a game with you: find the big bug in this pile of photos! "How about it?"

　　The moment Feng Xinglang moved his palm away, the little guy immediately half crawled onto the desk and started flipping through the black-and-white photos that the b.a.s.t.a.r.d's father had flipped over one by one.

　　After looking through the third card, the little guy immediately raised it up and raised it in front of his father, Feng Xinglang.

　　"Bug..." Bug! "

　　"Play it again!"

　　Three consecutive times, the Sealing Worm was able to find Cong Gang's photo accurately from the pile of black and white photographs.

　　Feng Xinglang, however, sank into an endless silence.

　　Logically speaking, his youngest son, the Sealing Insect, should have never seen Cong Gang before. However, he was able to accurately find Cong Gang's photo out of the pile of black-and-white photos, which could at least prove two points: His youngest son recognized Cong Gang; furthermore, Cong Gang was the 'big bug' that his youngest son had been mumbling about for the past few months!

　　That is to say, the big bug that his youngest son was talking about, was actually that little bug's G.o.dfather that his wife was talking about?!

　　If Cong Gang really was the foster father of his youngest son, then everything would be resolved! It was no wonder that his wife would be so relaxed and throw his youngest son to Cong Gang for the night, while he himself could sleep peacefully.

　　But the reason behind all of this, was because Cong Gang had died and revived!

　　Could it be … Cong Gang was really revived?

　　Cong Gang did not die? He was alive again? Or had he been alive all along and not died at all?

　　Feng Xinglang's breathing began to quicken …

　　Seeing his father in deep thought, the little guy in his arms became impatient.

　　"Bug..." Bug! "

　　The little guy had one hand on his father's collar as he pointed at the door of the office; he signaled his father to take him out to look for the big bug.

　　Suddenly, Feng Xinglang hugged his youngest son tightly and kissed him a few times.

　　"Insect …" Thank you! Thank you for bringing me such a precious gift! "