บท 342: The Secret

Mu Anan looked at the man in front of her quietly.

Although the man's expression was cold, he said the warmest words in the world.

Mu Anan's anxiety, panic, and uneasiness from Zong Zhengyu's silence were instantly shattered by these two sentences.

They shattered into pieces, leaving nothing behind.

Mu Anan nodded her head vigorously. She did not know what to say, but she fell headfirst into Seventh Master's chest.

She fell so hard that when her forehead hit Zong Zheng Yu's chest, a loud thud could be heard.

Zong Zhengyu frowned helplessly, "Girl, your strength grows stronger when you grow up."

Mu Anan did not say anything to express her protest.

The Seventh Master smiled even more helplessly.

He rubbed Mu Anan's head hard.

She was like a cat with a little temper now. She was a little clingy and a little angry.

"Tell me about your friend," said the Seventh Master.