He raised his brows, a teasing smile curling at the corners of his mouth. "I'm the biological father, so you're the biological mother."
"You..."
Su Qiao was speechless with anger.
The moment this guy showed up, he took advantage of her.
Argue all you want, but stop using me as an excuse to fight back and forth. Don't I get tired?
Little Four was a little depressed. By accident, it put too much force into its claws and scratched the back of Su Qiao's hand.
"Tsk."
Su Qiao let out a quiet cry and looked at the red mark of blood on her wrist, feeling rather speechless. "Little Four, why did you scratch me? If you wanted to scratch someone, you should've scratched him. You've got the wrong target, don't you?"
Little Four truly hadn't done it on purpose. It had just habitually wanted to scratch something, but had forgotten that it was no longer the harmless Little White Cat it had once been. It was now a demonic beast of unknown species, with extremely sharp claws.
"Get lost."
Little Four had just been about to apologize when a cold hand seized the scruff of its neck and ruthlessly threw it out the window.
After Ye Jinghan had thrown away the eyesore, he grabbed Su Qiao's hand and examined it. "Where are you hurt?"
Su Qiao extended her wrist, which was still beading with blood, for him to see. "I thought that even if I died, you wouldn't care."
"Shut up!" What was this about dying?
Ye Jinghan glared fiercely at her, then hurriedly took some medicinal powder from his spatial storage and carefully sprinkled it over her wound. Immediately afterward, he pulled out a small embroidered handkerchief, crookedly stitched with grass and words, and wrapped it around her hand.