"..."
Huo Bei was at his wit's end. Who was he supposed to listen to? To buy or not to buy?
Qin Huan glanced at Huo Jinnan, "He listens to me."
Huo Bei, "Alright, madam, I understand."
Qin Huan hung up the phone and looked at Huo Jinnan.
Huo Jinnan's voice was as low as it could get, "Breast|milk| is blood that has been transformed. Eating too much of it..."
Qin Huan's eyes sparkled with cleverness, "Trying to fool me, thinking I don't know? Aren't all human nutrients transported through the bloodstream? The blood transports nutrients and hormone components to the |mammary| glands, the |mammary| glands produce |milk| from it. Saying breast|milk| is transformed from blood is clearly irresponsible."
Huo Jinnan, "..."
He seemed to have become that person.
Glancing at Huo Xiaoliu, the more he looked, the more displeased he felt.
Xiaoliao ate and slept at the same time, taking a full hour to finish.
