When Zong Zhengyan approached, Mu Anan retreated cautiously.
A round table was behind her, so she couldn't retreat.
Zong Zhengyan took the opportunity to approach her. He placed his hands on the round table beside her and trapped her in his arms.
Mu Anan could smell the faint scent of men's perfume on him.
It was a very coquettish smell.
Mu Anan tilted her head back slightly to put some distance between herself and the man.
Zong Zheng Yan deliberately lowered his voice, "Miss, you keep mentioning Seventh Master. It makes me feel bad. Why? Am I worse than Seventh Master?"
When he finished speaking, Zong Zhengyan even winked at Mu Anan.
Mu Anan thought to herself, 'You're much worse than Seventh Master.'
However, the other party was too close.
He even deliberately sprayed his breath on Mu Anan's face and chin. This made her feel very uncomfortable.
However, Mu Anan restrained herself since it was an occasion.