Feng Huaijin walked to the door, decisively locking the door of the private room from behind, then squatted down, his large hand flipping the child over, revealing a dirty little face.
The skin on his face, which should have been tender and fair, was now filthy, with some places oozing blood. Whether it was his face, arms, or legs, they were all covered with red marks.
Feng Huaijin's eyebrows furrowed sharply. How does this little devil manage to make every appearance so novel and unique?
Feng Huaijin's gaze suddenly landed on Tuanzi's ink-black hair, and a resolute look gathered in his eyes. After pondering for a while, he reached out and unceremoniously pulled out several strands of hair, including the follicles.
Good.
Last time, he had thought of pulling a few strands of this little devil's hair when he visited again, then conducting two separate DNA paternity tests with his own hair and Su Li's.
