After finishing the call with Li Chenggui, the joy on Zheng Guodong's face disappeared, replaced by a deep gloom.
It was as if a balloon filled with air suddenly deflated, the emotional transition was remarkably significant.
Going from firmly believing that nothing unexpected would happen, Ye Fan was undoubtedly dead, to now being inconceivable, he was momentarily stunned, unable to believe that Ye Fan could survive, instead, it was their people who died.
"How is that possible?"
"How could fate play such a joke?"
Zheng Guodong was distracted, staring blankly as he pondered.
"Father, what happened? What did the Patriarch of the Li Family say?" Zheng Jia Mei asked cautiously. From her father's face, she already sensed something was amiss, but she couldn't delve deeper, she could only tentatively inquire about the specifics.
