Xiao Lijin didn't even know what to say.
Pan Xueqin, who had been silent, came over and said, "Qingzhu, thank you. We all know that this time you risked your life to have the baby, but this should be your last child. Don't think about having more, okay?"
Bai Qingzhu didn't really have much of the mindset of being a baby-making machine. She genuinely felt that children were quite fun, and if she had the time, having a couple more wouldn't be a big deal.
It's just that this time the situation indeed wasn't suitable. Thankfully, the baby was fine, otherwise, she would have regretted it a lot.
"Mom, I got it."
"You, just rest well for this period. If it's too much for you, you don't need to breastfeed, let him drink formula. These days, formula is quite good too."
Xiao Lijin immediately made a decision: "I will venture into the infant industry, personally find some experts to develop the best and most reliable formula for our child."
