Forget It, Let It Be
Biên tập viên: Nyoi-Bo Studio
When the car arrived at the main villa, Zong Zhengyu got out of the car and personally carried Mu Anan upstairs.
When he placed her on the bed, he instructed her sternly, "Let's put an end to the Jiang family's matter first. You must rest well for the next few days."
Mu Anan's phone rang as soon as Zong Zhengyu finished speaking.
He looked at the caller ID. It was Jiang Zhen.
Mu Anan was about to reach out to pick up the phone, but Zong Zhengyu had already grabbed it before she could.
When the call connected, he pressed the speaker button and was already sitting by the bed.
"Anan?"
"What is it?"
When the Seventh Master spoke, his voice was cold and he was used to giving orders to his subordinates. Jiang Zhen was dumbfounded.
In the short silence, Mu Anan had already guessed that Jiang Zhen was trying to confirm that he was calling Mu Anan.
Jiang Zhen asked, "Seventh, Seventh Master?"