Inside the room, Ning Fan's expression was somewhat peculiar. He never imagined that things would end up in such a ridiculous misunderstanding.
Teng Huayang was beside himself with panic since he hadn't received the antidote from Ning Fan in time. He truly believed time was running out, and that his sister, Teng Feiyue, wouldn't make it. He was probably losing his mind over it by now.
As for Ning Fan, he wore an exasperated, speechless expression. It wasn't weekly—it was monthly. Who was the one who spread the rumor about it being weekly? He really wanted to find that person and twist their head off.
But Ouyang Feifei's response left Ning Fan completely baffled—it was him?
"Impossible?!" Ning Fan flat-out denied. "I never said anything like that!"
He rejected this outright. There was no way he had ever said such a thing; clearly, someone was framing him.
