Grandpa Yan pointed to a profile photo of Cheng Xiaobao in the newspaper, "Look at this kid..."

"What's wrong with this child, not just Cheng Yingxuan's wild..." The word hadn't been spit out yet, and Cen Sufen was stunned. "It seems a little familiar..."

"Why are all the face photos, or the photos are not clear..." Grandpa Yan turned over all the newspapers, and could not find a front photo of Cheng Xiaobao.

"It is estimated that Shi Ting doesn't want Cheng Xiaobao's photos to be exposed, and the media dare not publish frontal photos. It's still very simple to get a photo." Cen Sufen made a phone call, and soon someone sent Cheng Xiaobao's information. Height and weight, and a positive picture.

Grandpa Yan took the picture and stared at the cute Yuxue in the picture, who looked at it for a while.

Cen Sufen also looked enchanted, and the two looked at each other, "Dad, what do you want to say?"

"Daughter-in-law, do you think Cheng Xiaobao is more familiar?" Grandpa Yan was a little excited.

"Dad, the more I look at this, the more familiar this little guy is... as if our family Shi Ting was a kid." Cen Sufen also shivered with excitement.

"Go and find some pictures of Shi Ting's childhood and compare them. I have them in my study, I will go in person..." Grandpa Yan shouted and walked upstairs with his crutches.

Cen Sufen hurried to keep up.

In a study upstairs, Mrs. Yan took out an old photo album from the cabinet and found a photo of Yan Shiting about four or five years old. Cen Sufen put the photo of Cheng Xiaobao aside.

Two pictures of four- to five-year-old boys, one is black and white, and the other is colorful. The facial features in the photos of the two little guys have exactly the same look, eyes and movements!

No one believes that he is not a father and son!

Grandpa Yan suddenly blood boiling, excited crutches kept knocking on the ground, "I said, how can Shi Ting treat a wild seed so well... I am the old crow mouth! Which wild seed, that is our Shi Ting 'S biological son!"

"Absolutely biological!" Cen Sufen's face flushed with excitement, "Dad, we have a family, I'm really worried about dying me!"

"There is a future, there is a future!" Grandpa Yan's eyes burst into tears. "Shi Ting is twenty-nine, eighteen generations ago. After 30 years of age, it is impossible for a Yan family man to have a future. I'm really scared. Shi Ting can't be born..."

"Dad, look at what you said, this is not Xiao Bao anymore." Cen Sufen touched Xiao Bao's cute face in the photo. "Look, Xiao Bao, our family, is really very cute, so clear-cut. The look, the little stature, the standing posture, really amazed me, my grandma!"

Grandpa Yan simply grabbed Xiaobao’s photo and hid it in his arms. Holding the photo was like holding a real person. “I thought I would never see Shi Ting getting married and having children in my life. I didn’t expect great-grandchildren to be so big... ...I'm going to see Xiaobao!"

"Dad, have you eaten before you go?"

"There is no mood to eat. The old bones will not die even if you are hungry." Mrs. Yan went downstairs faster than the young man with his crutches. Cen Sufen didn't take the bag, so he quickly followed.

...

An extended version of the RV drove to the entrance of Mujia Manor, and the guard stopped the car and was not allowed to pass through.

Grandpa Yan opened the car door fiercely and rushed into the garden.

Cen Sufen followed behind, worried, "Dad, you slow down."