Ji Fan spoke in a calm and comforting tone, "I bought your son the best baby formula in the whole world. Otherwise, why do you think he's so fair and chubby, agile, and intelligent?"
Lian Xinying gave him a cold look, "My son's intelligence is all because of his good genes!"
Lian Xinying had always believed this.
"Hahaha, indeed your son's father is smart, but after mixing with your genes, it was already degraded to that of an ordinary person! If not for my top-quality formula, do you think your son could have grown so well?"
Ji Fan's tone was somehow grating to the ear.
Lian Xinying took a deep breath, but her mood remained heavy.
So, she cast her eyes down to her baby who was oblivious to the situation.
"Baby, shall we switch to a different formula? Two thousand per can is too expensive! Mom can't afford it anymore! You'll have to drink more porridge and less milk from now on..."
