Bo Qing's lips slowly curled into a faint smile.
"But my body temperature is too high... The chances of having a child are even lower."
Fu Yan: "..."
The director nodded at these words and spoke truthfully, "Yes, Chief Bo, we have considered this situation... The problem currently is at this point."
"Hmm."
Bo Qing nodded, furrowed his brows, and sat on the leather sofa to the side, then said, "Give me the snake venom antibodies you extracted, I need to conduct a study."
"Okay, Chief Bo."
The director and Fu Yan exchanged a glance... afraid that Bo Qing would notice anything unusual.
Bo Huan listened to the exchange between the director and Bo Qing the whole time, her face slightly changed, and her heart felt bitter.
So, does this mean... all efforts were in vain?
If one were to place their hope on pregnancy.
It's really too difficult.
Bo Huan lightly pressed her lips, feeling an inexplicable headache.
...
Last year, Bo Huan won several major awards.
