Ji Yanzhi stared at the screen, his large, well-defined hands folded against his lips.
After thinking for a while, he rose from his chair. Soon, he returned with a box and took the Ji Family's household register out of it.
Ji Yanzhi flipped to Ji Ting's page. The blood type field clearly read: AB.
He looked at the screen to confirm. So the problem was on Doctor Zheng's end.
Despite having an answer, Ji Yanzhi's brow remained furrowed. In this day and age, could blood typing still go wrong?
Before he could resolve his doubts, Ji Ting's voice suddenly broke into his tangled thoughts-
Why isn't Ji Yanzhi back yet?
Ji Yanzhi came back to himself and raised his wrist. The hour hand was already approaching two.
He lifted his dark eyes toward the ceiling, then briefly tidied the things on his desk, closed the drawer, and left the study.
Back in the room upstairs, Ji Yanzhi stepped into the small sitting room and saw Ji Ting reading on the sofa.
Ji Yanzhi walked over and asked coldly, "Why aren't you asleep this late?"
Ji Ting instinctively looked up, only then realizing he was back. He closed his copy of Greek Mythology and picked up his tablet: [I was waiting for you.]
The corner of Ji Yanzhi's mouth twitched, and he looked away. "Go get into bed. I'll wash up."
About fifteen minutes later, Ji Yanzhi entered the bedroom in his pajamas.
Ji Ting was reading that book again. In the brief time it took Ji Yanzhi to enter and get into bed, he had already turned two or three pages.
"Are you actually reading that, or just skimming?"
Ji Ting glanced at him, then turned to get his tablet: [I'm reading it carefully.]
Carefully, my ass. Ji Yanzhi snorted.