Lan Mu replied to him decisively, "No."
Then he quickened his pace and left.
They exited the locker room one after the other and headed toward the training field.
Zhou Sicheng was looking for them. Upon seeing them, he smiled and approached, "Where have you guys been?"
Zu He ran up to Zhou Sicheng, pointed at Lan Mu, and complained to Zhou Sicheng, "I just saw him listening to Weiwei explaining."
At the news, Zhou Sicheng was surprised, "That's not possible, right?"
He looked at Lan Mu, frowned, and asked, "Don't you really hate Weiwei?"
The mention of her would darken his face, the kind of hate that made his teeth itch.
It was as if Weiwei had desecrated their family's ancestral grave, given how much he despised her.
At this moment, Lan Mu felt his face burning with pain, but he had to maintain his composure, his public image couldn't collapse.
He furrowed his brow and asked in a cold tone, "Are you all so idle? Nothing to do?"
Then he strode past them.
