At the dining table, Ning Fan and Xu Ruolan argued incessantly, with the flames of war spreading to the innocent Xu Xiaoqing, whose suffering was compounded by the cold war between the two.
As the cold war escalated further, Xu Xiaoqing felt she was going crazy. Glancing at the dishes piled up in her own bowl, she first asked the two to stop, then stood up and told them, "I don't think I'm very hungry, you two eat, just eat, you don't need to worry about me!"
Xu Xiaoqing now dared not stay there any longer; wherever Ning Fan and Xu Ruolan were together, there would be flames of war, and her smaller frame couldn't withstand the double pressure from both of them.
Ning Fan and Xu Ruolan stared at each other, neither speaking again, and the atmosphere turned frosty once more after Xu Xiaoqing escaped upstairs to her room.
"Don't you have anything to say?" Xu Ruolan asked coldly, staring at Ning Fan. She tapped the table, as if to remind him of something.
