"Mr. Chu, what are we going to do?"
Right now, Zheng Qifeng and his wife, Xiang Xiufang, were like caged animals.
Anxiety stalked their hearts, and every breath they took was thick with tension.
In stark contrast to the unshakable composure of Chu He and his companions,
they were like withered leaves in a gale, tossed about helplessly.
Their inner terror was written all over their faces.
After all, this whole affair was like a sharpened blade hanging directly over their family.
Every passing moment stretched their taut nerves closer to the breaking point,
making their desperation grow ever more intense.
Chu He stood with his hands clasped behind his back, his posture as straight as a pine. His expression was as tranquil as a deep, undisturbed lake.
His gaze swept slowly over the group before settling on Zheng Bolan. "You've always had a deep interest in history, haven't you? Could you help me gather some information on Qin Shi Huang and Xu Fu?"
"Well…"
