Liu Bei patted him on the shoulder, "Young Master Qiao, there's one more way. If you have enough time to be with her, maybe you can ease her pain. But be prepared mentally; she might forget the pain in a few days, or she might not forget it until after the child is born."
Qiao Chengxun's cold eyes narrowed slightly, and he said in a deep voice, "Call Qingqing in."
"Alright." Liu Bei turned and left.
After a while, Bu Qingqing walked in with heavy footsteps.
Outside the door just now, she heard the entire conversation between the Young Master and Liu Bei. Her mood at this moment was as heavy as her steps, as if a thousand-ton stone was pressing on her chest, making it hard to breathe.
"Young Master..."
"Go home immediately and remodel it into a children's playground. Remove anything related to injections, seal up the basement. Also, throw away everything green, and uproot all the flowers and plants in the backyard."
Bu Qingqing was instantly speechless.
