Seizing the Opportunity to Act Pitiful
Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
Mu Anan was sitting on the armchair next to Zong Zhengyu.
Her whole body sank onto the sofa. Her right hand was tucked casually in her jacket pocket, and the index finger of her left hand was intermittently poking her forehead.
Her posture looked casual.
At the sight of the gaze cast by Zong Zhengyu, she played dumb, "Seventh Master, what's wrong?"
Zong Zhengyu didn't answer. He closed the document in his hand and threw it aside.
Mu Anan hurriedly said, "Seventh Master, I was taken out to dinner by Chen Hua just before I got back and I'm not hungry at all now. I won't be eating with you later. I'll go upstairs and revise what the doctor said today."
Mu Anan controlled her tone.
She couldn't be anxious, nor could she be too slow, which was just like how she usually chatted with Seventh Master.
She got up from the sofa and put her left hand into her coat pocket. She walked upstairs and prepared to leave.
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