Mu Anan could still feel the man's might through the phone.
That man was too shrewd.
Nothing could be hidden from him.
Mu Anan had been by Zong Zhengyu's side for eight years. The only thing she could hide was when Seventh Master's illness acted up, she had sex with him.
"I'm fine."
"Girl."
Zong Zhengyu didn't have the patience to listen to her cover-up. "I said, don't lie to me."
Mu Anan looked at Zong Zhengyu.
At that moment, all the words she said to cover up her feelings were useless, so Mu Anan did not continue pretending.
Her smile instantly crumbled.
Although Zong Zhengyu told her not to pretend to smile, his heart still ached when Mu Anan's smile crumbled.
Mu Anan lowered her gaze and said, "I quarreled with Chen Hua."
Zong Zhengyu didn't respond, but his gaze was especially cold.