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
















