Luo Qiao had slept and had some porridge; she was feeling quite spirited now, "I'm doing fine, you don't need to worry, my aunt and grandma have been with me the whole time, you shouldn't feel guilty."
In fact, she was joking with that last remark, but Lu Yichen genuinely felt guilty. The birth of a child was such a significant event, and he couldn't be by his wife's side, which pained him deeply.
"Qiao Bao, I'm sorry for making you suffer. When you and the others return home, I'll do anything you ask. If you tell me to go east, I won't go west—I'll make it up to you all double."
Luo Qiao laughed on the other end of the phone; how could she not know what Lu Yichen was feeling? But he was across the ocean and couldn't come over—not that he didn't want to. Blaming him was pointless, and besides, they had known this beforehand, "Okay, I'll hold you to that."
