Luo Sen reminded him that the atmosphere between him and Mu Anan had been strange for a while.
He began to reject the intimacy that he would never reject in the past.
Zong Zhengyu saw Mu Anan turn around and bring him some water.
Finally, he confirmed one thing.
He was a man, so he had to avoid arousing suspicion.
However, Mu Anan did not seem to realize it.
"Anan."
Zong Zhengyu slowly opened his mouth and placed the cup on the table.
At the same time, the phone on the table vibrated. A Weibo message popped up on the screen.
Mu Anan had been obedient at first, but when she saw the words 'Phecda', she tensed up and blurted out, "Seventh Master!"
The words 'Phecda' must not be seen by Seventh Master.
Mu Anan subconsciously started to act pitifully to attract Zong Zhengyu's attention. "Seventh Master, my head hurts."
"What happened?"
Zong Zhengyu stood up to check on Mu Anan.
