In fact, given Chen Zhenjun's identity as the Executive Vice Minister of a department in Capital City, his position was incredibly high-ranking and influential. He wielded immense power... Naturally, he couldn't remember the last time he had uttered those two words: "I'm sorry." Hearing them now, a complex look fleetingly crossed Chen Fei's mother's eyes.
"Compared to him, you're definitely more of a man," she said lightly, then turned and entered the kitchen.
Upon hearing her words, Vice Minister Chen Zhenjun was initially stunned. He then looked at the figure disappearing into the kitchen and couldn't help but shake his head with a bitter smile. It seems this resentment will be very difficult to resolve. But this really has nothing to do with him...
"Mom, I'm home."
About ten minutes later, the front door opened, and Chen Fei walked in familiarly. He paused when he saw a middle-aged figure sitting in the living room, then smiled with some embarrassment. "Um... Hello, Uncle."
