The room fell into silence once again, the tension now so thick it was suffocating. Mo Jingran, always one to enjoy a spectacle, leaned back in her chair, watching the scene unfold with amusement. She glanced at Xu Jingli, who was now staring at his mother with a look of cold detachment, and then at Chen Mumu, who looked as though she wanted to disappear into her seat.
Deciding to break the silence, Mo Jingran spoke again, her tone light. "Well, I suppose it's only natural for mothers to be protective of their sons, especially when there are... new people involved." She gave Chen Mumu a pointed look before turning her attention back to her food, as if she had said nothing at all.
