When it came to Jiang Huai, Ji Yu's expression carried a trace of disdain.
"I don't need to report my dealings with Jiang Huai to you. Now you're telling me you can't produce the antidote, and we're not going to waste any more time. What's the point of you saying these things?"
It was almost as if she were accusing him of having problems.
Fan Mingxing, who was accustomed to people treating him with utmost respect, had never experienced this kind of situation. Perhaps the novelty intrigued him, for his gaze carried a shred of curiosity as he stared at Ji Yu.
He had no idea what Ji Yu's situation truly was, but it was clear that something felt off in the current state of affairs.
Ji Yu herself didn't know how to fully resolve this matter, but she understood that she had to make an attempt. She couldn't passively wait without doing anything—nobody could foresee what the final result would be.
