The air above the dining table solidified for a moment as a subtle atmosphere spread between the three of them.
Qin You squinted his eyes, his gaze moved away from the bowl of fried rice and fell on Li Weize's face. His eyes were as cold as winter ice with no hint of warmth.
Yet, the latter was indifferent, gazing back at him fearlessly. With the corners of his lips curled up slightly and a touch of pride across his face.
Seeing the situation about to turn sour, Su Junxin quickly snapped out of her stupor. Without time to wonder why Li Weize would suddenly act this way, she reached for her spoon and scrambled the heart-shaped fried rice apart, attempting to change the topic with a forced smile, "What are you two looking at? Quickly dig in!"
Upon hearing this, Qin You retracted his gaze, replaced his chopsticks, picked up a piece of braised pork and placed it in Su Junxin's bowl.
