It seemed that he had been scolded by the two old folks, and Qiao Yin was quite delighted!
Even though she was happy, Lu Lingche himself did not feel relaxed at all. He said in a very solemn tone, "Indeed, I owe Qiao Yin an apology. That fact, I have never denied."
"If you ask me whether I behave this miserly with others as well, my answer is yes. I am generally stingy towards everyone."
"However, I've decided to be more generous towards Qiao Yin in the future. Qiao Yin was carrying my child and was made to miscarry by my mother, these are all my responsibilities, so, all your medicinal herbs and ginseng will be provided by me from now on."
"I would also urge you to frequently make soups for Qiao Yin to nourish her body and help her recover her strength quickly."
After hearing all this, Qiao Yin was startled and couldn't even manage to smile, "Lu Lingche, I don't want your stuff. Don't even try to send it!"