Qi Zhenbai returned to the car. He believed in Feng Yuanlin's ability to withstand pressure and accept things. He wasn't good at comforting people, and only just barely knew how to comfort his wife. As for comforting Feng Yuanlin about being cuckolded, firstly, he wasn't in the mood, and secondly, the other party probably didn't want to hear it.
Qi Zhenbai felt that it was better to let Feng Yuanlin digest the information himself. He carefully placed his wife's head on his lap and ordered coldly, "Drive!"
"Yes, President Qi!"
Ten minutes later, the car stopped outside the apartment. Qi Zhenbai carefully picked up his wife and had the driver leave. When they returned to the apartment, Qi Zhenbai's heart melted when he saw his wife's sleepy red face.
He entered the password, carried her inside and closed the door.
