Teng Xi and two others walked into Teng Zhong's private room. Sitting down, each of them watched Teng Zhong, who was pressing his ear against the wall. They did not disturb him but sat silently in their places.
In the next room, Teng Feiyue suddenly stood up and said to Ning Fan, "I'm going to the restroom."
"Please do, please do!"
Ning Fan responded with a smile.
Tap tap tap tap—
Leaning against the wall, Teng Zhong's eyes lit up. The veins in his hands bulged as he pressed his hands against the wall, ready to exert force.
Teng Xi and the others also stood up and watched the wall with a serious demeanor.
Through the wall, they had already locked on to Ning Fan's position.
"Huh?" Ning Fan's chopsticks paused mid-air, and a sharp gleam flashed in his eyes as he looked toward the wall.
Was it an illusion? He felt several restless presences!
Meanwhile, Teng Feiyue, who hadn't noticed anything yet, had already reached the door and pushed it open.
Now was the moment!
"Hah!"
