In the dining room. Zhang Yun carried the dishes to the dining table. “An'an, a word?” Zhang Yun said to her daughter. Qin An'an followed her mother toward the restroom. “Did you and Fu Shiting have a fight?” Zhang Yun asked. “Mom, was it that obvious?” Qin An'an’s expression was flat. A few too many disappointments had left her heart numb. “Yes. You two look exactly like a couple on the verge of