Everything was just a twist of fate.
The amount of blood drawn today wasn't much. Qin Zhaoran seemed to have switched to a thinner needle and tube, so even though it took a long time, the amount wasn't large.
After Qiao Mo and Fu Nancheng left, they went straight back to the villa.
As soon as Chenchen saw them, he immediately ran over on his little legs and hugged Fu Nancheng's leg: "Uncle Fu..."
Lu Yiming followed behind, muttering: "You little traitor!"
Qiao Mo was also a bit surprised, unaware of when Chenchen started being so enthusiastic towards him.
Fu Nancheng bent down and lifted him up: "Let me see, have you gotten heavier?"
"I've grown taller!"
Qiao Mo looked at his pale face, somewhat worried.
"Chenchen, come down, don't let Uncle Fu hold you," Qiao Mo advised gently.
Chenchen looked a bit downcast but obediently tried to get down from Fu Nancheng.
But Fu Nancheng didn't let go, carrying him directly into the living room, ignoring Qiao Mo.
