Mr. Ye merely let out a faint sigh, that sigh seemed to carry endless helplessness, drifting slowly through the heavy air, yet he still did not give Ye Qiu's anxious questioning a direct answer.
Her father and eldest uncle remained silent like statues, the expressions on their faces shrouded in a layer of mist, complex and unreadable, making it impossible to guess what they were truly thinking.
Her elder and younger male cousins took advantage of the fact that no one was paying attention to secretly exchange a glance, as if there was some unspeakable secret hidden in their eyes, yet it vanished in an instant.
"Grandpa, is there some kind of misunderstanding here?"
Ye Qiu's tone was full of anxiety and doubt. Her eyes were locked tightly on Mr. Ye, trying to find a hint of an answer on his face: "Mister Xu is only asking us to help him find a few kinds of medicinal herbs. With the Ye Family's capabilities, that's hardly difficult."
