"It's fine."
Zong Zhengyu took Mu Anan's hand away and got up from the sofa. "Go meet your friend first."
After saying that, he walked upstairs.
Although Seventh Master's footsteps were still steady, his taut profile made Mu Anan very worried.
When his illness acted up, it was very terrifying.
Not only was the damage terrifying, but he also had an uncontrollable headache.
Mu Anan followed him. "Seventh Master, shall I help you upstairs to rest?"
"Leave."
Zong Zhengyu pushed her away and suppressed his voice to the limit.
He lifted his feet and walked upstairs.
Mu Anan subconsciously wanted to follow him, but Zong Zhengyu turned sideways and gave her a warning look.
When Dr. Gu arrived, he saw Zong Zhengyu standing on the fourth step. He tilted his head slightly and looked at Mu Anan. His aura was cold and sharp.
Mu Anan looked very nervous.
Zong Zhengyu did not say much and walked upstairs.