Niuniu might have felt the effects of the medicine subside and started to move. A slight movement tugged at her wound, and she cried out loud. A shallow scab on her little neck had been rubbed open, and blood started to flow out again. Zhao Wensheng quickly grabbed a piece of gauze to cover the child's wound and said to Manman, "She might be hungry. She's currently having the same formula milk as your two children."
"Would it be in time to fetch this formula milk now?" Manman asked, "If she's drinking the same formula as my kids, could she drink my breast milk?"
Zhao Wensheng had not expected her to suggest this, and turned to look at her, filled with emotion. "If you're willing, mother's milk is certainly the best."
"Why wouldn't I be willing? Even if her parents are murderers, what fault does this tiny child bear?" Without further ado, Manman picked up the child and went into Zhou Yu's room to breastfeed her.
