Talking About Love with Seventh Master
Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
Seventh Master was completely at Mu Anan's mercy.
In the end, Zong Zhengyu walked towards Mu Anan and picked her up from the sofa with one hand.
Seeing this, Mu Anan quickly wrapped her arms and legs around Zong Zhengyu like a kangaroo.
At the same time, she secretly heaved a sigh of relief.
As expected, her trump card was still useful.
When she looked up, Mu Anan saw Dr. Gu's disdainful gaze and immediately winked at him like a little fox.
She didn't look like a little fox.
Mu Anan was just a little fox.
...
Mu Anan was carried to the dining room and sat down obediently to eat.
If this was normal, she would definitely stick to Zong Zhengyu for a while.
But at the moment he had just subsided, so she was too abashed to go too far.
Dinner was quietly carried out.
There was only the sound of cutlery colliding with cutlery.
Under such circumstances, Zong Zhengyu's deep voice sounded, "What happened?"