Knowing How to Treat Her

Zong Zhengyu couldn't deny it.

There was a strange fluctuation in his heart when he heard the words 'I am yours' as Mu Anan looked at her seriously.

This fluctuation was a little intense.

Even in the next moment, he was about to nod in response, "Yeah, you're mine."

However, Zong Zhengyu did not show such emotional fluctuations.

The servant had already stepped forward to open the backseat for the two of them. Zong Zhengyu got out of the car expressionlessly.

Mu Anan sat in the car. Her nervous mood disappeared the moment Zong Zhengyu got out of the car.

She could only sigh.

She wanted to say something ambiguous to stimulate Zong Zhengyu's reaction.

Even if he responded that it was nonsense, Mu Anan's heart would be somewhat comforted.

However, Seventh Master did not show any emotions.

She was his.

Of course.

Mu Anan followed him out of the car.