Fang Xiu fell silent for a moment after hearing Qin Xue's words, then nodded: "Qin Xue, I'll listen to you. I've decided to keep this child. No matter what, I will give birth to her. No matter how difficult it is, I'll take good care of Taotao and this child."
After Fang Xiu had made up her mind, she realized Qin Xue was right. Why should she let others determine the fate of her child? She had already given birth to Taotao in the past two years and raised him well without their help.
Worst case, if she couldn't handle it anymore, she would just part ways with Jing Xin.
After all, she had skills, and she could rely on Qin Xue for food, not necessarily Jing Xin.
In the end, she was raising her child and supporting herself with her own hands.
"That's good. Children are gifts from heaven. We must cherish them. Many people want them but can't have them." Qin Xue, pleased, patted Fang Xiu's shoulder. Her efforts in persuading Fang Xiu hadn't been wasted.
