Knowing That My Girl Has Been Suffered

She returned home.

She was still coaxed into this man's arms.

Mu Anan's emotions were not suppressed at all, and she did not want to suppress them either.

As sad as she was, she would let it go.

Her grievances were doubled in front of this man.

She cried miserably.

"Yes, I know that our girl has suffered." Seventh Master gently stroked the back of Mu Anan's head.

Mu Anan struggled a little. She lifted her head and rested her chin on her lower abdomen.

Her eyes were red from crying, and she looked like a pitiful little girl, "Seventh Master, it's not comfortable hugging me like this."

Zong Zhengyu reached out to wipe away the tears on her face, "How do you want me to hug you?"

"Squat down."

As soon as Mu Anan finished speaking, Zong Zhengyu had already followed her instructions and squatted in front of her.

The next second, Mu Anan opened her hands around Seventh Master's neck and buried her face in his neck.