Cheng Xu stood at the edge of the ice cliff, looking down with trepidation. He saw that the ice valley was bottomless, and his vision went black. His body began to tremble uncontrollably.

"This... how is this any different from jumping off a building to commit suicide?!" Cheng Xu's voice trembled slightly; he simply couldn't imagine it.

Seeing the fear on his son's face, Cheng's father's expression turned serious. He slowly walked to Cheng Xu's side, patted his son's shoulder firmly, and said earnestly, "Xu! This is all for our team. You... take care of yourself!"

Cheng's mother, amused, nudged her husband with her elbow and scolded, "Alright... you're putting on an act now? Stop scaring the child!"

As she spoke, she walked over to Cheng Xu and carefully checked the binding of the fishing line. After confirming that there was no problem, she said to Cheng Xu, "Son, don't be afraid. This fishing line is very strong. Nothing will happen."

Even more terrifying... For the first time, Cheng Xu felt that he might not be his biological son.

When Cheng's father saw that his wife had seen through his "performance," he burst into laughter and took out a from his pocket.

It turns out that when Xi Xi got into the car to check if the deep-sea fishing reel was working properly, she had already told Cheng's father about her specific ideas.

Upon hearing this, Mr. Cheng's eyes lit up. Although he was well aware that this plan carried certain risks, given the current situation, it was undoubtedly the only feasible method that could minimize those risks.

A few minutes later, a feather tied with a fishing line drifted gently down into the icy crevice of the valley.

The feathers were very thick, looking like freshly plucked duck feathers.