The atmosphere in the room turned awkward.
Lin Heye looked at his friend, Dylon, who still hadn't moved from the middle of the room. He stood stiff like a statue, his eyes darting between everyone, clearly unsure if he should storm out or sit down and pretend nothing happened.
Lin Heye let out a long, tired sigh. "Sit down already. I told you it's not what you think. But you just had to be dramatic and behave like you are in some detective drama!"
Dylon scratched the back of his neck, clearly sheepish now. His eyes flickered toward Clyde, who was sitting quietly like always, without any sign of his earlier anger.
"Sit down. Food will be here in a second," Clyde said, sipping his tea. But there was a hint of a smile in the corner of his lips.
