In the clinic, blood is not usually drawn, but the doctor knew Lance's identity and quickly called to arrange for a nurse to come and draw blood.
Gu Zhiwei struggled fiercely.
The more she struggled, the harder Lance pressed down, their bodies closely contacting, causing some discomfort.
In the end, a tube of blood was still drawn from Gu Zhiwei.
"Lance, I want to hit you!" Gu Zhiwei exclaimed angrily.
Lance was unfazed: "Hit me then!"
The fist Gu Zhiwei raised was abruptly pulled back.
Lance genuinely cared for her, she shouldn't hit him.
Old Master Gu, holding Weibao, watched closely from outside: not bad, not bad, there was indeed some subtle relationship between Weiwei and Lance.
Looking again at the grandson in his arms, the more he looked, the more he saw Lance, especially the eyes and nose.
If not for mixed blood, giving Weibao features of his own, he would look more like Lance.
