The night gradually deepened.

　　Feng Xinglang was coaxing his son who was about to get up when he received a call from Yan Bang.

　　The little guy didn't eat much at night, and his eyes were filled with tears.

　　No matter what, he refused to accept Cong Gang's death. Because in the little guy's heart, Cong Gang had always been the strongest unrivalled character.

　　He had never believed that even the strongest unrivalled character would die!

　　The little guy who was coaxed to sleep would occasionally cry out in his sleep due to the inertia.

　　After kissing his son's teary eyes, Feng Xinglang then picked up Yan Bang's phone and walked out of child room's room.

　　"Mm, speak."

　　"Lang... Kid Nuo, is he alright? "

　　Yan Bang's voice was a little hoa.r.s.e. They thought that Feng Xinglang wouldn't answer his call, or she would yell and curse at him the moment she opened her mouth; but not only did Feng Xinglang answer his call, her voice also seemed rather calm.

　　"Just fell asleep. for a while. "

　　Feng Xinglang deserved a bland voice. After glancing in the direction of the master bedroom, he turned around and walked towards the study. It seemed like he didn't want to disturb his wife's rest and rest.

　　"Lang, I'm sorry …"

　　Yan Bang exhaled a mouthful of heavy turbid air, "You … You don't want to shout at me, or teach me a lesson? "

　　He seemed to have taken the initiative to ask for a scolding. Because in the news of Cong Gang's death, Feng Xinglang had always been taking measures to conceal and protect his wife and children.

　　But he, Yan Bang, had impulsively revealed the truth. He had never considered the endurance of a child of his age.

　　Furthermore, he had underestimated Cong Gang's position in the eyes of Linnuo.

　　At first, Yan Bang did not understand why the little guy was so sad because of Cong Gang's death. He was a little jealous.

　　"Alright, Yours Truly will give you a slap on the face!"

　　It was just Feng Xinglang teasing, but two clear sounds of someone hitting the phone could be heard.

　　Did this fool Yan really slap his own face? Feng Xinglang frowned slightly.

　　"Have you vented your anger? If you don't, I'll continue? "

　　Yan Bang practically gave the warmth of his life to Feng Xinglang.

　　Perhaps, he would always be vicious and vile towards others, but towards Feng Xinglang, he possessed endless tenderness.

　　"Alright, it's getting late now. You should go wash up and sleep early!"

　　Feng Xinglang's voice was filled with fatigue and fatigue.

　　"Lang, why does your voice sound so tired? "Oh yeah, I got some good stuff. I'll help you heal up after coming over!"

　　Yan Bang's voice carried a hint of urgency, as though she was afraid that Feng Xinglang would hang up his phone.