No wonder people say she's pretty.
Initially angered by Yan Zao's confrontational tone, Lan Mu stared at her for a while, and unexpectedly, his rage dissipated, calmly uttering an "Oh".
Just like a pushover.
Then he turned around, his back facing Yan Zao, and picked up his phone.
What's with him?
Yan Zao turned her head, puzzled, just as a WeChat notification popped up on Lan Mu's phone. She knew Lan Mu wasn't fond of texting, so whoever messaged him must be someone very close.
She didn't dare to stare at his phone screen but turned away too, back facing him.
Lan Mu ignored the fleeting WeChat step count notification that appeared at the top of the screen.
The WeChat fitness tracker was something the old man commanded him to use. He said if he couldn't see him in person, he had to keep his WeChat fitness on, so the old man would know how many steps he took and how much he exercised each day.
It wasn't a big deal, so Lan Mu obliged him.
