"Mr. Ye, have you found anything?" Fang Nanxiang got to the point, looking at Ye Chenfeng with a questioning tone.
Ye Chenfeng didn't plan to tell Fang Nanxiang about this matter, as the terrorist plot was far-reaching, and knowing about it might actually harm him.
With an indifferent expression on his face, Ye Chenfeng said, "Brother Fang, there's nothing to report. How about we head back now?" Ye Chenfeng was prepared to return to the Zhao residence and then come out to act alone.
However, Fang Nanxiang was not a man who was short of a brain cell; his face was serious, and his eyes were filled with intelligence as he said, "Mr. Ye, don't you trust me? Or is it that you..."
Ye Chenfeng replied with a wry smile, "Brother Fang, it's not that I don't want to tell you, but you're better off not knowing about this. If you get involved, it could bring unimaginable trouble to you and the Zhao family."
