Seventh Master let go of Mu Anan and pinched her chubby cheeks, "What are you thinking?"
"Maybe I'm still drunk, so I'm a little muddleheaded." Mu Anan raised her head and smiled sweetly.
Whenever she smiled, her eyes would turn into a crescent moon.
It looked very sweet and very healing.
Seventh Master didn't say anything more to her. He pressed her down to sit before leaving the washroom.
After Zong Zhengyu left, two maids came in to serve Mu Anan.
Although Mu Anan was a little princess, she was not delicate at all. She was rarely served like that.
But since her foot was injured, it was very inconvenient.
When Mu Anan was done showering and was helped out by a servant, Zong Qi's phone rang.
The servant who delivered the food to the room reported respectfully, "Young lady, this phone has rung for the third time."
"I got it." Mu Anan sat on the bed and glanced at Jiang Qin's caller ID.