"Hmm," Mu Xingfeng lightly hummed, already standing before An Ran, gazing down at her intently.
"Did you fight?" His cold eyes showed no ripples, and his voice was so steady that no emotion could be detected. But An Ran knew, Mu Xingfeng was angry.
"Mm," An Ran twisted her little hands tightly together, hung her head low, and nodded slightly, looking just like a little student who had made a mistake.
Mu Wanxin couldn't watch it any longer and was about to speak, but Shen Wenxuan, standing next to her, held her back.
"Did you win?" His voice remained indifferent.
What? An Ran thought she had misheard. Instructor Mu wasn't blaming her for fighting, but asking if she won or lost?
However, she was destined to disappoint Instructor Mu. An Ran shook her little head.
"Useless," the cold voice carried disdain.
At this, An Ran wouldn't have it. He didn't even know the situation at the time, why did he look down on her?
