"What?" Ah Lang didn't come back to sleep last night? " Hetun immediately followed up.

　　When he saw Hetun, Feng Lixin was startled. Did he say something wrong?

　　"Oh, Xinglang stayed at the company to work overtime last night … You've already called me! " Xueluo tried to explain.

　　It wasn't that she wanted to lie to Hetun, it was just that she didn't want him to get involved with these trivial matters between her and her husband.

　　The key point was that he couldn't let the Hetun find out he had sent the little bug to Cong Gang to raise. Otherwise, with Hetun's bad temper, he wouldn't have gone to Cong Gang for the person. She had to protect Cong Gang!

　　With regards to Xueluo's "staying at the company to work overtime", Hetun still believed him. Presumably, that video call wasn't convenient to make at home either. That would frighten his wife and children.

　　"En, then you handle it, I will go to Ah Lang's company!" Hetun stood up immediately.

　　After teasing his granddaughter who was in her cradle, Hetun took Xing s.h.i.+'er and hurriedly left Feng Family.

　　Xueluo heaved a long sigh. But when he picked up the Black Gold Card that was left behind by the Hetun, he was rather happy.

　　"Sister Xueluo, is Second Young Master really working overtime at the company?" Mo Ranran pursued.

　　"If he's not working overtime at the company, where else can he go?" Xueluo believed in his husband.

　　Suddenly, Xueluo thought of the second possibility: Go and fight with Cong Gang! Then he would s.n.a.t.c.h back his youngest son!

　　As soon as Hetun left, Xueluo called his husband. However, both times his phone was turned off.

　　… ….

　　When Feng Xinglang woke up, the morning light had already filled the room.

　　He tried to squint, but the weight of his skull made him drowsy.

　　Scanning his surroundings, Feng Xinglang realised that he was actually in the resting room of the company.

　　Didn't he go to Qibei Mountain City to fight with Cong Gang? Why did he come back to the lounge?

　　He vaguely remembered that Cong Gang, that b.a.s.t.a.r.d, had cheated and suddenly killed him. Using the handkerchief that he brought along to cover his nose and mouth, he fell into a deep sleep, layer after layer of sleep!

　　He should have known that dog wouldn't be so easy to deal with! But she could clearly feel his breath, and yet she didn't lose consciousness … This was not scientific! If the effects were bad, then why did he, Feng Xinglang, only took a whiff of it, fall into a deep sleep until now?

　　They even sent him back to the tank? Was it a discovery of conscience?

　　Feeling extremely weak all over, Feng Xinglang braced himself up with his elbow and saw his youngest son, the Insect Sealing Worm.

　　The little fellow stood still under the window, quietly staring outside. That lonely appearance, it really made people feel tender love.

　　"Insect …" Insect … "Hurry and come to daddy." Feng Xinglang called out to his younger son who was standing quietly.

　　The little guy turned around and looked at his father, but didn't respond. After a moment of thought, he obediently walked to his father's side.

　　Feng Xinglang struggled to get up, and hugged his youngest son tightly.

　　"Buggy, thank you for staying with me."

　　Seeing her youngest son guarding her side, Feng Xinglang's heart that was filled with love for her exploded once again. Hugging his youngest son tightly, he kissed him gently, "Buggy, my dear son …" Daddy likes you so much! "

　　The little guy silently allowed his father to rub and kiss him. However, his gaze would occasionally glance towards the window.

　　"Buggy, did you and Buggy send your father here?" Feng Xinglang gently asked his little son who looked like a mute.

　　The little fellow obediently nodded its head.

　　"What about the big bug? Where did the big bug go? " Feng Xinglang asked gently.

　　Honestly speaking,'s heart was bursting with anger at Cong Gang who had rebelled against him, but in front of his youngest son, he held back. He knew that his youngest son was very protective of Cong Gang.

　　The little guy did not answer his father's question. Instead, he sadly lowered his head.

　　"Has the big bug left?"

　　Feng Xinglang wanted to carry his sad little son up, but he had already tried many times, and his arms were still incredibly weak.