A Crab Feast

The atmosphere became a bit tense.

At this moment, Tang Jinghong walked in with a box in his hand. "Qingzhi."

His probing gaze swept over Consort Xin, wondering who she was.

Chu Qingzhi pointed to a seat beside her, signaling Tang Jinghong to sit down, "I thought you would come later, I haven't started preparing dinner yet."

In Consort Xin's ears, this sounded like someone was wasting her time, and she should have started dinner preparations earlier. She became increasingly frustrated.

Tang Jinghong said, "It's alright, we can prepare dinner together later."

Consort Xin finally couldn't sit still any longer. She stood up and said, "Chu Qingzhi, in the future, if there's nothing important, please don't see Tingzhao to avoid misunderstandings."

Chu Qingzhi, clearly annoyed, replied, "That makes sense, but please control your son better. He shouldn't always be coming to me without any reason."