Feng Tian did not answer immediately. His question hung in the air, but she showed no urgency to respond. Instead, she held his gaze for a brief moment before lowering her eyes to the glass in her hand, taking a slow, measured sip as though the tension at the table had nothing to do with her. When she set it back down, the soft sound seemed unusually clear in the silence.
Around the table, no one spoke. Hao Junjie had stilled without realizing it, his earlier ease gone, while Wen Li's attention sharpened subtly, his gaze shifting between the two of them. Even Feng Zhou paused just long enough to acknowledge the change in atmosphere before continuing his meal. Tian Renfeng, however, remained completely still, his eyes fixed on her, waiting.
