The tension in the back seat grew thicker and thicker, and Song Yi felt an urge to raise the partition, but he wasn't certain whether such an action would anger Fu Shinian even further. So, he could only endure it, praying for the storm to pass quickly.
Fu Shinian remained silent for several seconds, confronting Su Mu's gaze without flinching. But the emotions in his eyes were slowly fading away.
He was restraining himself, repeatedly telling himself internally that he shouldn't quarrel with Su Mu at this moment, that he should try to understand her perspective and sympathize with her feelings. Thus, he suppressed his irritation over and over, doing his best to remain calm.
"Since you don't want to face Grandma, we won't return to the old house; we'll go to Bishui Yuntian instead."
This was his compromise, but Su Mu still frowned:
"I want to be alone."
"Alone?" Fu Shinian chuckled lightly, "Does that mean you also won't come home for the Spring Festival?"