An Yan and Zhou Ziqiao left the room to wait for the elevator.
As the elevator doors opened, just as they were about to enter, they saw Mu Shaoze with his hands in his pockets, looking rebelliously at Zhou Ziqiao.
He scoffed, "Telling tales again? Yesterday and today too, you truly are a snitch."
Zhou Ziqiao's hands, hanging by her trouser seams, clenched tightly. At that moment, An Yan held her hand and they both walked in.
An Yan glanced at Mu Shaoze, "Fourth Brother, I came to deliver clothes for Ziqiao. Her dress was torn and she can't wear it anymore."
Mu Shaoze, realizing it was his own doing, backed off a bit.
He watched as Zhou Ziqiao straightened up stubbornly, showing no signs of submission, which irked him a little.
When they reached the first floor, An Yan and Zhou Ziqiao stepped out of the elevator, while Mu Shaoze lazily followed behind.
Seeing the two get into the car, he also got in his car and followed from a distance.