All of Seventh Master's thoughts were on Mu Anan's actions just now.
"Seventh Master?"
Luo Sen's sudden voice interrupted Zong Zhengyu's thoughts.
He shot her a sharp and cold look.
It was extremely dangerous.
Luo Sen, who was about to report the matter, immediately froze.
His mind quickly flashed through all the work he'd done in the past few days in order to capture what he had done wrong and make Seventh Master angry.
Before Luo Sen could mind anything, Seventh Master had already turned around and gone upstairs.
Luo Sen was puzzled. Although he had an urgent document in his hand, he did not dare to say anything.
Because he had a premonition!
If he were to speak now, he would die miserably in the next second!
...
Upstairs, in Mu Anan's room.
Mu Anan took a shower, washed her hair, dried it, and did some skincare procedures. Only then did she feel slightly better.