Ma Po looked at Qin Chuan suspiciously.
After a long while, she stared into his eyes and asked, "Why do you have so much of your son's hair?"
She was seriously suspicious.
She suspected that the incident back then was perpetrated by the man in front of her. After all, that kid was so weak at the time, he probably didn't have the ability back then.
Moreover, when she was chasing him back then, he had an expression of bewilderment and innocence, as if he didn't know what was happening.
She had thought before that the kid was just pretending, but now it seemed she might have truly wronged him.
However.
Facing her interrogative gaze, Qin Chuan remained unfazed and said calmly, "He's my son, so having a bit of his hair and blood shouldn't be unusual, right?"
Qin Chuan slightly raised his head, looking down at her, and said, "Besides, isn't it coming in handy now?"
Ma Po's face twitched again.
