Hera followed the voice and spotted Zhane standing near the entrance of the Chinese restaurant. "Oh! Zhane, are you dining with your mother here as well?" she asked politely, more out of etiquette than genuine interest. She wasn't even expecting a response.
Despite his cold expression, Zhane still responded to Hera's question. "No, my mother went home earlier. I'm meeting some friends for a meal," he explained patiently.
"I see," Hera responded, her tone a bit dry. However, she wasn't sure how to continue the conversation, given their lack of closeness.
