"No need. Let me arrange it." Ji Shiting refused his Grandpa's suggestion.
Grandpa Ji glared at him and said, "You don't trust me? Why would I lie to you?"
"Do you trust me?" Ji Shiting asked. "Would I fake the child if it's really mine?"
Grandpa Ji snorted and said, "Give me a strand of Little Zheng's hair and I'll ask someone to run the test."
"Sure." Ji Shiting nodded. "However, since you're willing to bring this sample for a test, you have to admit that this hair is indeed Little Zheng's. If the results don't meet your expectations, don't say that Shengge got it wrong."
"Don't worry, Grandpa. It's really Little Zheng's hair." Ye Shengge looked at Grandpa Ji solemnly.
Grandpa Ji sighed and nodded. "Okay. If the test results show that Little Zheng isn't your son, I won't bother about it anymore. Is that okay?"
"You said it yourself." Ji Shiting curled his lips.
A few minutes later, Grandpa Ji left with two samples.
