Zong Zhengyu stared at Mu Anan with his deep and sharp gaze for a few seconds before he shifted his gaze away and looked at Huo Xian again.
Although he was being treated roughly, Huo Xian was still rubbing his chest as he walked over.
Even though his eyes were filled with fear and respect for him, he still walked toward Zong Zhengyu with a youthful vigor.
It was as if he was declaring war.
At that moment, Zong Zhengyu felt that his territory was being invaded.
Zong Zhengyu's aura immediately soared.
Mu Anan could clearly feel the change in Seventh Master's aura. When Zong Zhengyu walked toward Huo Xian, Mu Anan hugged him from behind without thinking.
Mu Anan's hug was a little hasty, and her small body bumped into Zong Zhengyu's back.
The man, who had a cold expression, immediately frowned.
Mu Anan hugged him tightly.
"Let go!" The man's tone was very cold.