When Gu Xiaozhan said he wasn't disappointed, that was a lie.
As the situation kept escalating, Gu Xiaozhan's insecurity only got worse.
She was his barometer; one second she could make him all gentle breeze and soft rain, and the next it was a raging storm.
Mu Anhan ran a few steps, and when she saw the man wasn't coming over, she stopped again, tilting her small head to size him up.
The man was tall and upright, and in camouflage he carried a kind of innate authority that made people afraid to get close, yet unable to stop themselves from admiring and loving him.
Especially now, with her lips pressed in displeasure, that anger held in and not yet exploded gave him a powerful, oppressive aura that didn't need shouting to intimidate.
She took out her phone and secretly snapped a picture of him.
"Instructor Gu, you look so scary!" She waved the phone at him.
Gu Xiaozhan also realized he just couldn't control his temper.
