The air between them crackled with a tension so thick it felt like they could erupt into a shouting match at any moment, despite sitting together. Fearing an imminent explosion, Mrs. Zhang quickly approached with a platter of freshly cut fruit. “Ma’am, have you had lunch? I saved you a plate.” Qin Anan shot up from the sofa and strode towards the dining room. Fu Shiting watched her go, completely