This is obviously avoiding Ming Ge's question, unwilling to confront it.
But, it also depends on whether Ming Ge is willing to let her off the hook.
She's practically served herself up on a platter; if Ming Ge doesn't give her a few slaps, it feels like she's letting herself down.
"Formula?" Ming Ge observed how Jia Manyun received the child from the maid, her lazy voice sounded, "Jia, may I ask, how old is this child?"
"Three months." Jia Manyun answered without hesitation.
Three months, if calculated by the standard pregnancy period of seven or eight months, the child would have been conceived around March or April of last year.
Ming Ge's gaze deepened, suddenly asking, "Giving formula to a three-month-old baby doesn't seem right. Isn't breast milk more nutritious?"
Jia Manyun stiffened, "..."
She obviously couldn't answer.
Next to them, Gong Er clicked his tongue.
Sister-in-law is clearly not some fragile little flower.
