Zhao Lang had arrived in the Capital in the early hours of the morning.
He Pingzhang kept the news tightly sealed; apart from Old Sir Gu, only a few of the closest servants knew about it.
The Gu Mansion was eerily quiet in the early morning, almost devoid of conversation, save for a few chirps of birds.
Zhao Lang walked along the corridor expressionlessly, followed by a swarm of people, all of whom maintained a stern and indifferent demeanor.
Suddenly, a loud crashing sound shattered the silence.
Before Zhao Lang could identify the source of the noise, a figure dashed out from around the corner of the corridor not far away.
The person was running and shouting at the top of their lungs.
"Boss, you're finally back, Boss!"
"Wuwuwu, I heard you had an accident on the island, I thought you died there."
Three black lines slid down Zhao Lang's face.
Meanwhile, Zhou Xu was forcibly held down by Pei Ye from about thirty meters away.
