Zong Zhengyu raised his head and said, "Anan."
With his words, Mu Anan, who was facing Xiao Jiu, turned around to look at Seventh Master. The corners of her mouth curled up into a super sweet smile, "Seventh Master, what's wrong?"
Mu Anan's smile was so sweet that Seventh Master could not say anything.
He wanted to comfort and ask her.
However, her unharmed appearance made it inappropriate for anyone to say anything.
Finally, Seventh Master placed a piece of bread with cheese and ham slices on Mu Anan's plate, "Take it."
"Okay, thank you, Seventh Master, "Mu Anan returned a sweet smile to Zong Zhengyu.
The sweet smile Zong Zhengyu used to like the most was now a bit unpleasant.
Zong Zhengyu's face was expressionless. He watched Mu Anan lower her eyes, move her knife and fork to cut the bread and eat it quietly.
She looked very obedient.