Qiao Mo followed him into the blood draw room, feeling a bit nervous.
After Fu Nancheng took off his coat, Qiao Mo held it for him, watching as he rolled up his sleeve, remaining silent.
Qin Zhaoran prepared to draw blood.
But at that moment, Fu Nancheng suddenly turned around, looked at Qiao Mo, and slowly said, "Let me ask once more, whose child is Chenchen?"
His eyes were dark, unfathomable.
Qiao Mo met his gaze for a moment, and slowly said, "Yours, he is your child."
He stared at her for a long time.
She lowered her eyes, as if afraid he wouldn't believe her, and softly said, "He is your child..."
He said nothing, turned around, and said, "Draw the blood."
Qiao Mo's eyelashes trembled slightly, but she said nothing.
Once the required amount of blood was drawn, Qiao Mo was about to support him out of the room when Qin Zhaoran slowly said, "Nancheng and I have something to discuss. Could Miss Qiao give us some privacy?"
Qiao Mo glanced at him, not refusing.
