Stopped Crying

After Zong Zhengyu pulled his hand back, he changed his sitting posture slightly. He crossed his legs elegantly, placed one hand on the seat, and pointed the finger of the other hand on his forehead.

His attitude was cold and arrogant. He could not be bothered to continue talking about Tang Mi's incident with Mu Anan.

It was a waste of time.

Mu Anan sat at the side, quietly looking at Zong Zhengyu's profile.

She had always felt that Seventh Master's side profile was the most beautiful in the world.

His nose was especially beautiful.

The bridge of his nose was just right. It was not as sharp as the aquiline nose, but it was not overly round. It was just right for a popular nose.

Therefore, the outline of the entire side was more distinct and smooth.

Mu Anan pursed her lips.

When the car stopped at a red light, Mu Anan grabbed Zong Zhengyu's hand and sat on him.

Seventh Master frowned. "What's wrong?"