Jiang Zhongxing stared at her for a while, then casually picked up an empty tea bowl from the table, "I'll fetch the water myself."
He quickly brought a bucket of water back.
Then he pricked his middle finger and let a drop of blood fall, followed by pricking Jiang Han's middle finger.
Jiang Han felt a bit uncertain at this moment. He nervously watched the tea bowl and saw the two drops of blood slowly merge together.
He jumped up, "I told you, I'm truly my father's—ouch—"
In his excitement, he opened his mouth a bit wide and cried out in pain.
Jiang Zhongxing stared at Aunt Su, "Then what was with the previous bowl of water?"
Aunt Su replied sorrowfully, "Even I don't know. Maybe someone in this household dislikes my son and me."
Jiang Zhongxing sneered, "Really?"
"But that bowl of water was originally intended for me and Jiang You to verify our blood."
