Lan Mu returned to the competition venue, but he wasn't on the court; he was in the locker room. Zhou Sicheng, Zu He, and Yu Yesang were all present. When Yan Zao entered, Zu He spotted her immediately and rushed over to confront her, "Yan Zao, how dare you show your face here?"
Yan Zao narrowed her eyes, "What do you mean?"
Her gaze didn't linger on Zu He but turned towards Lan Mu, who was sitting on a chair.
His whole being was shrouded in a shadow. As Yan Zao looked at him, his cold eyes also shifted to meet hers.
Their gazes met, and Yan Zao felt a chill wash over her.
Ignoring everyone else's stares, she squinted at Lan Mu's gloomy black eyes; she couldn't understand his expression.
"Playing dumb, are you?"
Zu He, fuming with anger, thrust himself towards Yan Zao, confronting her directly.
Yan Zao diverted her gaze to look at Zu He, "What do you mean? Make it clear."
Her eyes still drifted back to Lan Mu.
