Ki Ki looked confused. "Really?"
Qiao An said, "If you don't believe me, go downstairs right now. Tell them you have the same blood type as them. They're going to regret disrespecting my Ki Ki."
Ki Ki felt better.
Then, Ki Ki took a shower, changed into fresh clothes, dried his hair, and went downstairs with a face that was identical to Huo Xiaoran's.
Downstairs, Huo Xiaoran paced back and forth in the living room uneasily. Huo Zhou looked at him with a headache. "Xiaoran, stop spinning. You're making me dizzy. Didn't you just give him less gifts? Can't you just give him more later? The child wouldn't hold a grudge."
Huo Xiaoran sighed heavily.
Although he felt a little guilty about Ki Ki, he didn't go so far as to torture himself. He was uneasy because he was afraid Qiao An would be upset with him.
