A Wishful Thought

Although she had cooled down for an entire night, Mu Anan still felt extremely awkward when she looked at Seventh Master.

But she was strong and had good acting skills.

She was best at hiding her emotions.

Hence, Mu Anan smiled and waved her hand, greeting him as if nothing had happened. "Morning, Seventh Master."

Zong Zhengyu's expression was very cold. When he heard Mu Anan's greeting, he responded with a cold "hmm" and strode downstairs.

Mu Anan followed behind and stared at Seventh Master's back.

He was tall and straight.

He was always cold.

Mu Anan felt a sense of defeat.

When she flirted with Seventh Master in the past, she would laugh secretly in her heart when she saw his cold and hard face collapse. She would want to take advantage of the victory and tease him some more.