Of Course
Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
Mu Anan shut up after she finished speaking.
Zong Zhengyu leaned on the sofa, flipping through the Heart-calming Sutra.
Other than the sound of Zong Zhengyu flipping through the pages of the book, there was only the sound of Mu Anan's slightly nervous breathing in the room.
Of course, there was also Seventh Master's breathing.
However, this man was so steady that Mu Anan could barely hear his unusual breathing.
Time passed slowly.
Mu Anan became more and more nervous.
Zong Zhengyu had no intention of continuing to speak, nor did he have any intention to release her.
Seventh Master was a man of few words. He usually wouldn't make a sound for the entire day.
Mu Anan was used to the man's silence but she was not used to the silence with this position.
After about three to five minutes of silence.
Mu Anan took the initiative to ask, "Seventh Master, can you tell me when you plan to let me go?"