Mu Anan was afraid that Seventh Master would say something and she would not be able to refute him.
Therefore, Mu Anan decided to change the topic.
She raised the digital bracelet in his hand." Seventh Master, do you know about this? We might need to ask Song Ting to handle it."
Zong Zhengyu tilted his head and looked at Mu Anan.
Mu Anan felt guilty, but she put on a serious face, "The tighter the silver thread is, the sharper it gets. Once the people here find out that I'm not doing it right, they'll immediately tighten the bracelet and hurt my arms and legs."
As she spoke, Mu Anan pretended to show Seventh Master that she was wearing this thing on her hands and ankles, but in fact, she secretly put some distance between them.
"It's being handled." Zong Zhengyu replied, but Mu Anan pulled him back.
Mu Anan was speechless.
"Anan."
"Huh?"
