Ning Rongyue froze after snatching the mobile phone, clearly guilty.
But had she not taken the phone, if He Fang had really recorded something and released it, she would have faced utter doom.
For a moment, the entire hall was eerily silent.
It was as if a spotlight were on Ning Rongyue, with every gaze—shocked, incredulous, scornful, and entertained—fixed upon her.
After his initial surprise, Ning Honghua spoke in a deep voice, "Rongyue, give me the phone!"
Ning Rongyue's face was as pale as paper, devoid of any color. Her mind raced, trying to devise a strategy to escape the current deadlock, but it was all a tangled mess; she could think of nothing.
"Sister…" Even Ning Qinghan, who wasn't the sharpest, noticed something amiss. She looked at her older sister, whom she had always respected, in disbelief.
"Sister, is what Auntie He said true? Did you switch my medicine? Did you cause the death of my child? This can't be…"
