My magic stick is going to heaven!

After coming out, Wen Changlang took a deep breath, and slowly exhaled the stale air that had been held in his throat all the time, only then did he feel comfortable.Seeing this, Shang Yanzhou smiled lightly and said, "Are you sure?"

"Yes, sure, but this kid is a bit tricky, tsk."

Shang Yanzhou opened his mouth as he walked, "Is there anyone else you find troublesome?"

Pausing for two seconds, Wen Changlang suddenly approached, and smiled meaningfully:

"Yes, Lord Governor is the most troublesome person I have ever met. He throws away after kissing someone."

While speaking, Wen Changlang was still wringing his fingers coyly, with a sad look on his face.

When Shang Yanzhou tilted his head slightly, he could see the cunning under Wen Changlang's eyelids, but he never tilted his head, but pretended not to hear, and walked straight forward without being affected at all.

Wen Changlang saw that he was making fun of himself, so he withdrew his expression, looking a little depressed:

"It's really boring, you can't even make a joke."

When they returned to the Shang mansion, they were not far away, and they saw the crowd outside the big iron gate, and they could hear the discussion one after another from a distance.

Shang Yanzhou frowned slightly, and then walked over quickly, pushing away the crowd, only to see the original mother of Lao Pi Street sitting on the ground and crying non-stop.

Seeing Shang Yanzhou and Wen Changlang, she immediately got up from the ground, pointed at them and cursed:

"It's them! You judge me as a miserable person. They snatched my son and didn't let me in. Is there any reason for this? The police robbed the children of ordinary people!"

Before Shang Yanzhou and Wen Changlang could speak in time, the sentry on duty at the gate of the Shang Mansion easily stopped her from rushing towards Shang Yanzhou.

"You ignorant villain, how dare you come to the Shang mansion to make trouble!"

"Let her go."

Shang Yanzhou waved his hand and asked the sentry to let her go, then lowered his head slightly, and while tidying up his cuffs, he said calmly:

"You said, I robbed your child?"

Maybe she was frightened by the guards with guns who came out later, she timidly approached the crowd a little bit, and her words were not as outrageous as before.

However, looking left and right at the crowd, she still emboldened herself and shouted loudly:

"It's you and this liar! How dare you not admit it! Let me tell you, return my son to me! Otherwise...or I will never end with you!"

"Oh~"

Wen Changlang let out a quick chuckle, folded his hands behind his head, took a few steps forward, shook his legs, and said with a smile:

"In fact, I really want to ask, what do you want, can you never end with us?"

"I... I... I don't care! Anyway, you have to return my son to me!"

"tsk tsk"

Wen Changlang shook his head with a sigh of relief, and then narrowed his loose eyes suddenly, like a sharp knife, stabbing at the vexatious woman in front of him, and his voice suddenly sank a few times:

"Is the one lying here your son? You keep talking about your son, so I really want to ask, are you sure...is it your son?"

At the end, Wen Changlang sneered directly, and uttered the ending. As soon as the words came out, the woman's eyes flickered a little, and she didn't dare to look directly at Wen Changlang's too sharp eyes.

Lowering her head, her shoulders trembled slightly, but at the next moment, a green cheongsam flashed in her eyes. The cheongsam was rusted with orchids, and the stitches were extremely delicate. It was made of high-quality fabrics. It's just that the blood-colored eyes seemed to spread, gradually filling her drooping eyes.