A cold miasma abruptly spread around Feng Ran.
He didn't even need to turn his head to know who it belonged to.
Feng Ran choked on his laughter mid-breath. His survival instincts screamed at him. "Uncle Wang, that's not true! Those are just rumors! I'm straighter than a ruler!" He mentally clasped his hands together. Uncle Wang, please stop! Don't shorten my lifespan!
Uncle Wang was startled.
How did Feng Ran hear that? He was sure he had whispered quietly enough, practically speaking into the wind.
Now it was Baoyin, Hei Qian, and Bingwen's turn to exchange glances before quietly breaking into laughter on the sidelines. None of them dared to laugh too loudly, but their shoulders were shaking unmistakably.
Meanwhile, Nanzhi tilted her head slightly, her expression thoughtful. "Did he really?"
Uncle Wang nodded solemnly. "That's what I heard."
Feng Ran felt the surrounding temperature plummet another several degrees.
