Mu Anan looked nervously at Zong Zhengyu, waiting for an answer.
Seventh Master was always straightforward. After Mu Anan asked, he immediately gave an answer, "No."
"Seventh Master..."
"Go for breakfast."
Zong Zhengyu glanced down at the clock. He didn't have time to talk to Mu Anan more.
Although Mu Anan was flustered, she knew that Seventh Master had already rejected her, so she did not say anything more.
She only instructed, "Then take care of yourself. Don't ignore my message."
"Ok."
"Send me a message when you arrive."
"Ok."
"I'll be very bored on duty at night. If I send you a message, can you chat with me?"
"Sure."
"Seventh Master..."
"Go for breakfast." Zong Zhengyu kneaded her forehead with his index finger and pushed her in the direction of the restaurant.
With a reluctant response, Mu Anan headed towards the restaurant.
