The grueling dinner with Shen Zhaohui finally ended, much to Bai Tingfeng's relief.
If he had to describe the experience, he would say it felt like taking a brisk walk through a storm. One moment, Shen Zhaohui hurled a gust of attitude, and the next, Shen Yuan countered with an even stronger one.
It was safe to say the Shen family had a generational issue with attitude.
And there was Bai Tingfeng, stuck in the middle, performing emotional gymnastics just to keep the night civil.
That was why, the moment they arrived home, he collapsed onto their bed without saying a word.
Feeling a bit guilty, Shen Yuan hovered nearby. "Hey, want some ice cream?"
Bai Tingfeng grunted a tired "yes." He had already eaten more than enough during dinner, but comfort food was comfort food.
Right now, a cold, sweet bite sounded perfect to cool his overheated head after that exhausting evening.
