At Bo Leng's words, his brows knit slightly. His own biological son had something he didn't dare bring to his own father, and needed someone else to come play lobbyist? Useless!
Bo Leng was disappointed, but didn't show it on his face, only asked, "What signal? Let your uncle take a look."
Gu Shurong unlocked his phone and played that string of uncrackable signals for Bo Leng to hear. It was a kind of language, seemingly a passage of speech; judging from the voice, it should
be a woman, not very old, sounding very young. It wasn't any language that existed on Earth. The other party was speaking very fast, as if she'd run into some serious problem.
No wonder Gu Shurong had judged it to be a call for help. Even though he couldn't understand it, from the tone and context, that was exactly what it sounded like.
After listening for a moment, Bo Leng kept feeling that this language carried a kind of distant familiarity.
He seemed to have heard it somewhere.
