Huangfu Zheng started the car, and this time he drove particularly smoothly, turning a half-hour journey into nearly an hour by the time they arrived home.
When the car stopped, Tang Anzhi immediately opened her eyes and pushed the car door open to get out.
Huangfu Zheng got out from the other side and quickly came around to Tang Anzhi's side, reaching out to scoop her up horizontally, "You're not feeling well, let me take you upstairs."
The atmosphere had lightened up just now, and the two of them had officially made up, but he was still afraid—what if his wife wouldn't let him in the door?
So holding her in his arms, he didn't believe that his wife could still kick him out, could she?
"Put me down! I'm not feeling unwell," Tang Anzhi exclaimed, questioning why he was always carrying her as if she had no arms or legs of her own.
"Wife, we're almost there. It's okay, I'll carry you inside, there's nobody around anyway, so no need to feel embarrassed."
