Qiao Yin detected the panic in his voice, surprising her that he still harbored such worries and cared so much about her.
"Okay, it won't happen again."
After she spoke, she realized that she had implicitly agreed to the possibility of staying at his house again in the future.
She struggled to pull her hand away from his, not wanting to make a scene at her mother's tomb: "Let's go, I've already paid my respects to my mom."
Lu Lingche glanced at the tombstone. He had come in such a hurry to find Qiao Yin that he hadn't bought anything. He straightened his clothes and bowed deeply toward the tombstone: "Mom, I'll take care of Qiao Yin from now on, please rest assured."
Panicking, Qiao Yin pulled at him, "What are you randomly saying? My mom doesn't need your respects! Don't spout nonsense in front of her grave, I don't need your care!"
When they had gotten married, he had never come to pay respects at her mother's tomb, nor had he ever called her mom.
