Today, I struggled to survive in the Shura field again.

Chapter 398 Jokes
At this moment, Xie Qinghan successfully obtained the paternity test reports of Song Nainai and Xie Lin at the hospital.

He stared blankly at the report in his hand, his fingertips trembling slightly, he was afraid to open it.

If Song Nainai wasn't his sister, then his firm belief all along seemed like a joke.

But if Song Nainai is his sister, then...

This undoubtedly made Xie Qinghan spend the rest of his life in guilt.

This would be a bigger joke.

Xie Qinghan's body was extremely stiff, with a solemn expression on his face, he lifted his feet and walked towards the car.

The driver was driving, Xie Qinghan's hand was tightly clutching the appraisal report.

Unlike the excitement last time, this time, Xie Qinghan stretched out his hands expressionlessly, and his hands were trembling extremely at this moment.

Song Nainai's body disappeared.

But Xie Qinghan will always remember Song Nainai.

He hoped that Song Nainai would be his sister, because in this way, Song Nainai could still have a family.

With a home, there are roots and thoughts

Xie Qinghan's eyes were slightly red, he untied the tie on the back of the cowhide bag, and then slowly moved the report out.

His gaze fell to the last line.

——The possibility of biological father-daughter relationship is 99.9%.

Xie Qinghan suddenly closed her eyes.
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It's raining in Jincheng.

The dense raindrops were falling, Song Nainai took the recliner into the living room, looked at the layers of water droplets and mist covering the windows, she raised her hand and drew a heart inside.

It just so happened that it was the weekend, Jiaojiao leaned next to Song Nainai, stepped on the small bench, and raised her hand to draw a heart on the window.

Although crooked.

Song Nainai laughed at Song Jiaojiao unceremoniously.

"It's so ugly!"

Jiaojiao stretched out her hand to pull her lower eyelids, and made a face at Song Nainai, "Slightly, slightly."

Without hesitation, Song Nainai raised her hand and knocked on Jiaojiao's forehead, "If you don't obey, I'll send you to the next door!"

Song Xingchen was busy with work. Even on weekends, he still had a backlog of things to do. Sending Song Jiaojiao to the next door was undoubtedly leaving Song Jiaojiao alone in the room.

Jiaojiao's eyeballs rolled around, and soon she reached out and grabbed Song Nainai's clothes, and said coquettishly, "No! Jiaojiao likes to play with sister."

The five-year-old girl is a ghostly spirit, and when she speaks in a baby voice, it is impossible to refuse.

But Song Nainai is not an ordinary person.

She raised her hand and pinched Jiaojiao's cheeks, seeing Jiaojiao's daring expression, she bent her eyes happily.

"That's right." Song Nainai bent down and hugged Jiaojiao, "Let's go out to eat tonight."

She took out a lollipop from Jiaojiao's pocket, tore open the package, and stuffed it into her mouth under Jiaojiao's expectant gaze.

Song Nainai's cheeks were bulging, she put Jiaojiao on the sofa, and she rested her cheeks on the drizzle outside the window.

"I want to eat hot pot."
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The atmosphere in the Xie family was as solemn as ever.

When she saw Xie Qinghan walking in from the door with a stiff body, Lu Chan quickly got up, walked in front of Xie Qinghan, and raised her hand to grab Xie Qinghan's wrist.

"Why is your face so ugly?" Lu Chan looked at Xie Qinghan worriedly.

Thinking of Song Nainai, Lu Chan sighed again, "Mom knows you feel sorry for that little girl, but you can't come back from death..."

Xie Qinghan gritted her teeth.

Lu Chan was still saying: "I told your father, since he did it to save you... we should pay homage to him both emotionally and rationally."

(End of this chapter)