"Mom... what are you up to, you tell me," Hua Chengtian said cautiously, always feeling uneasy like... a weasel. Anyway, he just couldn't settle his heart.
"It's nothing much, just need some blood."
The tone was so gentle.
Hua Chengtian: "..."
"What blood? Mom, what do you need it for?"
He felt an increasing sense of foreboding.
"Whose blood would it be if not yours? Once you give it, you'll know. Stop dawdling like an old maid and hurry up."
Hua's wife ran out of patience, and without wanting to waste words, directly pulled her son to the table and looked at her granddaughter, "Jin'er, you start."
One of her hands tightly gripped her son's to prevent him from running away at the last moment.
At that moment, Hua Chengtian suddenly felt like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered, yet intimidated by his mother's residual power, he truly dared not move. Don't think he hadn't noticed his mother's other hand itching to act.
