She had decided. She would cast aside all dignity and pride—she needed to go home, she must go home.
"Mommy, I'm sorry." Xiaocong said apologetically as soon as he had the phone.
"I shouldn't be such a bother. I will be very obedient and stop demanding Mommy's presence. Mommy, please focus on your work and don't be angry with Xiaocong. I will never do this again."
Xiaocong was very understanding. He had overheard the content of the conversation his grandmother had on the phone. Worried that his mother might be angry and blame him, he hurriedly apologized to her.
Lin Xinlan felt a pang of pain in her heart. She stabilized herself and managed a forced smile, "Xiaocong, don't be sad. Mommy isn't angry with you. Actually, it is Mommy who should say sorry to you. My treasure, I am sorry. I haven't come home to see you for a long time, it is all Mommy's fault. I've decided that I will come home to see you in a few days, is that okay?"
"Really?!" Xiaocong immediately asked with joy.
