Zong Zhengyu didn't repeat himself. He just gave Mu Anan a look.
Mu Anan crossed her arms and hugged herself, "Seventh Master, w-what are you doing? Here, here...That's not good, right?"
Mu Anan took a step back silently.
However, just as she retreated, the man who was standing in front of her took a step forward and grabbed her waist. Mu Anan subconsciously leaned back a little.
She looked up in a panic. Before she could meet Seventh Master's eyes, the man had already picked Mu Anan up and made her stand properly.
Mu Anan was speechless.
"Don't make me do it."
The man's words did not have the slightest intention of negotiation, and his eyes were fierce.
Mu Anan reacted and quickly stepped back, "I, I'll do it myself."
Zong Zhengyu let go and stood on the spot.
Mu Anan pursed her lips and stole a glance at him. She wanted to say something, but when she saw Seventh Master's state, she didn't dare to say anything.
