After lunch at home, the phone started ringing with relatives from China sending their blessings; it seemed they had been waiting to call.
When Lu Yichen called: "Qiao Bao, happy first birthday to the three little ones. You've had a tough year, thank you, my wife."
Luo Qiao, listening to the voice on the phone: "Brother Chen, I miss you."
Lu Yichen was silent for a long time: "I'm sorry I can't be by your side."
He had actually applied to go abroad, but there were assignments here and it wasn't approved, so he hadn't mentioned it to Luo Qiao.
Luo Qiao said softly: "During the Spring Festival, if I'm not too busy, I'll come back to China for a few days."
Upon hearing this, Lu Yichen's lips curled into a smile: "Good, I'll wait for your good news."
After hanging up the phone, Luo Qiao got busy in the kitchen. She wanted to make a birthday cake for the three little ones by hand.
