said: "Zhiyuan, you go to take a blood and do a paternity test with the child, anyway, this paternity test does not have to be done by father and son, you are the child's grandfather, as long as the child is related to you, you can prove that the child is our grandson." ”

As soon as these words came out, Han Xue and Han Jing's eyes widened at the same time, revealing shocked expressions, as if they were surprised that Xia Jingshu would say this.

Xia Jingshu looked at Han Xue with a smile and asked:

"Do you think that's okay?"

Han Xue: ......

Han Jing: ......

The mother and daughter didn't seem to react, and Han Xue looked a little confused, and after a while, she nodded and said yes.

Han Jing smiled. She looked at Ye Lao and replied, "Then that's it, Mr. Ye, I'll call the doctor to draw blood for you and the baby." ”

The results of the paternity test will be available in eight hours at the earliest, while Ye Lao and Xia Jingshu have been staying in the hospital, and they will not go home if the results do not come out.

As for Ye Hao. He was in a famous temple in Night City at this time.

It was the first time he had stepped into such a place, having scoffed at the theory of ghosts and gods.

This is a famous temple in Night City, called the Temple of the Winds. On weekdays, there are many people who come here to burn incense and worship Buddha, but mainly middle-aged and elderly people, and few young people come.

Ye Hao didn't come here to worship God, he heard on the Internet that there was a blind fortune teller in this temple, and he came here because he was very accurate.

The fortune teller was an old man in his seventies, gray-haired, and he sat there quietly at this time, not saying a word.

Ye Hao walked into the old man, stretched out his hand and shook it in front of the old man's eyes, and after finding that the old man was indeed invisible, he sat opposite the old man.

He coughed twice in a low voice, and then reported a birthday:

"At 17:25 a.m. on October 17, the year of Yihai, female. Sir, please calculate the fate of this woman. ”

Ye Hao said in a deep voice, then put his hand into his pocket, took out a wallet, opened it, took out all the cash in it, and stuffed it into the fortune teller's hand.

This pile of money is at least seven or eight thousand yuan.

Although the old gentleman couldn't see it, he knew what the pile of things he was holding in his hand was.

He frowned, a hint of displeasure evidently flashing across his face.

He placed the wad of money on the table in front of him, and then simply reached out and pulled one of them into his pocket.

"Enough!" The old gentleman replied with only two words.

Ye Hao's eyes widened. He didn't expect that this fortune teller would only ask him for 100 yuan.

All along, in his heart, these so-called fortune tellers are all liars, just cheating money, and the more money you give, the more good things you say.

"Please count the life of the woman I just reported, old man." Ye Hao spoke again, and he could hear the eagerness in his tone.

The old gentleman nodded lightly, and then he moved his fingers, and his thumb kept tapping on the joints of the other fingers for at least two minutes.

His lips were moving, as if he was reading something, but he didn't make a sound.

After coming over for a while, he suddenly frowned, and then did something that Ye Hao didn't expect.

The old gentleman actually took out the 100 yuan he had just put in his pocket and put it on the table.

"What's wrong?" Ye Hao asked suspiciously, not understanding what happened to this old gentleman, how to return the money he received to himself.