"Why not?"
Lu Feng raised his voice agitatedly. "Zhang Ziqiang went to be a guide for a group of people this time and was drowned by the sandstorm on the road."
"This was just a natural disaster. Didn't the upper echelons say that he only disappeared? It's possible that he's still alive."
"It's not a natural disaster! We've always lived at the edge of the desert and are especially familiar with the desert's weather. It's impossible for there to be such a large sandstorm in this season.
"Moreover, we have a strong sense of when the sandstorm will come, and we will be prepared in advance. His disappearance proves that he won't be coming back."
At this point, Lu Feng picked up the wine in front of him and downed it in one go. A look of sadness flashed across his face.
