As the words escaped Stacy's lips, a pregnant pause lingered in the room. Mr. Qin stood, almost paralyzed by her unexpected reaction.
He nodded faintly, acknowledging her words, preparing to exit swiftly. However, before he could make his departure, Stacy's voice halted him mid-step.
"Wait," she uttered, a trace of uncertainty in her tone. Mr. Qin halted, though he didn't turn to face her.
"Did I bother you too much?" The words hung in the air, carried by her clear, hesitant voice. Mr. Qin offered a silent nod, his gaze fixed elsewhere.
Sensing his discomfort, Stacy pivoted to leave. But fate had other plans as Ziyu, carrying a steaming flask, entered the room, catching sight of the uncomfortable tableau before him.
With a gesture filled with both politeness and an effort to ease the tension, Ziyu spoke up, breaking the palpable silence, "Miss Stacy, have some warm porridge." He placed the offering on the nearby table, tactfully diverting attention from the awkward atmosphere.
