"Why isn't he full? He's still so small. If you didn't have the money for Malted Milk, couldn't you have breastfed him first?"
Guan Congrong looked toward Shen Ling, who was happily counting money, clearly wanting to hear her explanation. He had hoped there was some special reason she couldn't breastfeed—that would have made him feel a little better.
But Shen Ling said with complete indifference, "Of course not. If I breastfeed him, wouldn't my breasts get saggy and ugly? I don't want to end up looking like those middle-aged matrons while I'm still so young."
Chapter 113