"I have something to add!"
Fan, who had been standing silently to the side, stepped forward after hearing Zhou Fan speak. 'After all, this involves Zheng Sisi,' he thought. 'I need to make things clear to avoid any unnecessary trouble!'
"I wasn't talking to you. Stay out of it."
But Zhou Fan simply shot him a glance, replied with that one sentence, and then paid him no further mind.
"It seems there's nothing more to add." Zhou Fan turned his head, glanced at Qian Kun and his group, then his gaze landed on Qian Rong. "You. Tell me. From the days of the Netherworld King's Hall to Divan today, have any of my brothers or subordinates ever used drugs in their training? And tell them what standard I set for the weekly training allowance for every single person."
