Shen Lang did not choose to answer Gu Qinghan's words.
The next morning, when Shen Lang woke up, Gu Qinghan had already returned to work at the Wu Wei Department, and Yu Xiao and Yu Fei had also gone to school after preparing breakfast.
Thus, Shen Lang was once again alone in the villa.
Just as Shen Lang felt loneliness creeping in again, Wo Long's call suddenly came.
Shen Lang treated his junior brother like a real brother. Seeing his call, he immediately answered the phone with joy.
As soon as the call was connected, Wo Long on the other end was extremely excited and said, "Senior Brother, do you know that I've discovered a shocking secret?"
"Oh… what shocking secret?"
Hearing Wo Long's words, Shen Lang said with curiosity.
Although Wo Long was as big and rough as Shen Lang, he was meticulous and had a fierce heart that sniffed roses. This saying described people like Wo Long.
Therefore, Shen Lang was very curious about what secret Wo Long had discovered that made him so excited.
"Senior Brother, is your godmother named Song Qingyi?"
Wo Long said with excitement and emotion.
"Wo Long, let me correct you, Song Qingyi is not my godmother."
Shen Lang said upon hearing this.
"Ah… she's not? Then forget it."
Hearing Shen Lang's words, Wo Long seemed very disappointed and said.
Sensing Wo Long's emotional change, Shen Lang quickly said, "She is my biological mother."
"What?"
As soon as he said this, Wo Long became extremely excited and said, "Senior Brother, have you found our mother?"
"Yes—"
Shen Lang smiled and said, "So, can you tell me what shocking secret you've discovered now?"
Shen Lang knew Wo Long's character too well. If it were a small matter, he would not have cared at all, let alone called him specifically to mention it.
"Senior Brother, was our mother bitten by a venomous snake with a blood-red crown on its head and a completely black body last night while cleaning the manor?"
Wo Long said, delivering a stunning revelation.
"Wo Long, how do you know about this?"
Shen Lang was greatly shocked upon hearing Wo Long's words.
Shen Lang believed that Song Qingyi, Song Shadao, and even Shen Tianjun would not casually reveal this matter because it was not something to be proud of. As for Doctor Tang and the others, they would definitely not.
Faced with Song Shadao, Doctor Tang and the others were subservient and would never dare to disclose Song Qingyi's poisoning privacy.
Therefore, Shen Lang was very curious about Wo Long's source of information.
"How do I know?"
Hearing Shen Lang's words, Wo Long chuckled and said, "Senior Brother, it's no harm telling you. I heard it from someone, and I also saw that black snake with a blood-red crown on its head. By the way, when the old man took us to Black Africa for training, I think I saw this kind of venomous snake. Its name was Chi Guan Long She (Red-Crowned Dragon Snake)."
"Wo Long, where are they now? Keep them there for me, and I'll come to you immediately."
Shen Lang knew that the person was definitely the one who poisoned Song Qingyi. Thinking that he hadn't reunited with his biological mother, and his biological mother was almost poisoned to death, Shen Lang was extremely enraged.
Not only that, but the guilt and remorse he felt towards Yu Xiao and the others made Shen Lang too depressed. Shen Lang had to find someone to vent this depression on.
"Senior Brother, they are now chatting at Baima Clubhouse and on the golf course. I am three hundred meters away from them. I shouldn't be able to hear what they are saying, but it can't be helped. I understand lip-reading, so even if they speak English, they can't hide it from me."
"Baima Clubhouse?"
Hearing this, Shen Lang said, "Wo Long, I'm coming now. Before I arrive, absolutely do not let them leave."
"Don't worry, Senior Brother. Your mother is my mother. How can I let the murderer who poisoned our mother escape? I'll wait for you."
Wo Long smiled and hung up the phone.
The moment the call ended, Shen Lang stood up, took out the Yi Xi Sword from his room, and then went out, driving to Baima Clubhouse.
The Yi Xi Sword had not been stained with blood for a long time. It was time to kill two more ignorant people to feed it.
Shen Lang drove very fast. A journey that normally took half an hour, he completed in fifteen minutes this time.
When Shen Lang entered the golf course of Baima Clubhouse, he only saw Wo Long, a tall man in a white tracksuit, swinging a golf club on the course.
Wo Long wore a white baseball cap and had a cigar in his mouth. With every swing, a ball was hit and landed precisely in the hole.
Yang Ce and a group of Baima Clubhouse subordinates cheered continuously upon seeing this.
Yang Ce and the others initially thought Wo Long was just a simple-minded and physically strong fellow. They only considered him as the boss out of respect for Shen Lang. However, after just a few days, Yang Ce and the others changed their opinion of Wo Long.
Wo Long's appearance was rough, but his mind was meticulous. He was proficient in finance and auditing. In just a few days, he had sorted out the chaotic accounts of Baima Clubhouse and made clear plans for its future development.
Yang Ce and the others knew that Wo Long would definitely be a good boss, so they were sincerely convinced.
"Senior Brother, you're here?"
After hitting nine consecutive shots, all of which went into the hole, Wo Long finally noticed Shen Lang's arrival. He handed the golf club to the nearby caddy and strode towards Shen Lang, saying.
"It seems this bustling city suits you well."
Looking at Wo Long's current enjoyment, Shen Lang smiled and said.
"Senior Brother, I was born in a bustling city. Prisoner Dragon Mountain was just a trip for me, so I am naturally accustomed to this kind of life."
Wo Long smiled and said, "Looking at you, it seems like you didn't sleep last night. Are there too many women at home to let you sleep?"
"Scram—"
Hearing Wo Long's words, Shen Lang unceremoniously kicked Wo Long. Wo Long jumped back and avoided Shen Lang's playful kick.
"Wo Long, where are they?"
Shen Lang did not forget the purpose of his visit, so he asked Wo Long.
"Senior Brother, do you see the old man and the fair-skinned young man in our nine o'clock direction? It's them."
Wo Long smiled faintly and said.
Upon hearing this, Shen Lang looked in the nine o'clock direction and indeed saw an old man, about eighty years old, sitting and chatting with a young man in his early twenties. However, Shen Lang did not understand lip-reading, so he did not know what they were talking about.
However, since he couldn't hear clearly from a distance, he would get closer to listen clearly. If that didn't work, then interrogation was always an option.
With this thought, Shen Lang strode towards the two of them.
The two people who were talking saw Shen Lang and their expressions changed slightly. A sense of danger made them want to leave immediately.
However, before they could get up, Shen Lang had already reached them.