Wen Zhan listened to this, just as he picked up his sister and walked up to her, looking at her cold little face, he suddenly burst into inexplicable laughter, "You still have a use, so I'll spare your life."
"..." She gave him a cold, disdainful look.
The man continued to smile, "Anything else? Feed your daughter some."
Mu Wanqing felt a pang of guilt mixed with frustration as she looked at the little girl's eager expression, and muttered, "Nothing left..."
The bastard was right.
After her severe cold, her milk supply had indeed decreased; she needed to calm down and nourish herself for a while and improve her diet to return to her previous levels.
Wen Zhan said nothing, turned around with his daughter in his arms, "Well, hurry up and wash up, then come downstairs for breakfast; we're going to the hospital later."
"Aren't we going to court?" she asked loudly.
She just wanted to get the divorce over with as soon as possible, without any delay!