Seeing Bai Xiaolian in tears, Quan Zehao was perplexed, "Why are you crying?"
"Quan Zehao, if you ever stop treating me well, I don't think I'll be able to bear it."
Bai Xiaolian looked pitifully at Quan Zehao, "After experiencing your affection, I will greedily want more."
"You're my wife, how could I possibly mistreat you?"
Quan Zehao raised his hand and rubbed the top of Bai Xiaolian's head, "You're overthinking, once I've made my vow to you, I won't let you go."
"Quan Zehao, you're a good man. Do you ever feel like you're getting the short end of the stick being with me?"
Bai Xiaolian had always felt insecure. She was a woman with nothing, who had married Quan Zehao, soared high above all, and became the envied Mrs. Quan.
"Disadvantaged?"
Quan Zehao raised his brow, "Why would you think that way? If anyone is truly disadvantaged, isn't it supposed to be you? Bearing the hardships of carrying my child, and after the child is born, he or she will bear my surname."