The next morning, Feng Ziqi woke up feeling quite refreshed. Because he stayed awake to serve his wife, he used to sleep quite late. But last night he slept on time and recovered the sleep and rest that he had lost. So how could he not feel better?
He arched his arms over his shoulder and looked around the bedroom before getting down from the bed and kissing his son on the forehead.
Feng Ziqi then picked up the shawl that was lying on the bed and carefully draped it around his shoulders before heading out of his son's room. However, as soon as he came to a stop at the bottom of the stairs, he saw his wife standing in the middle of the living hall, towering with rage.
Feng Ziqi calmly glanced at her before greeting her politely, "Good morning."
