Gan Yuan crossed her arms, "Every second, there are five babies born in the world, which makes over four hundred thousand in a day. If all the babies born on August 10th were your sons, Mr. Huangfu, wouldn't you be afraid of being exhausted to death?"
"And the blood type?"
"There are only four blood types in the whole world. The probability of having the same blood type is 25%. I could randomly throw a mineral water bottle on the street and hit two people with the same blood type as mine."
"What if all of this is a coincidence," Huangfu Jue stared into her eyes, "why did you suddenly go back on your word?"
She was prepared for this, "Because I suddenly realized that a certain someone has a twisted personality and is psychologically disturbed. I don't want my son to be around such a person."
The lights in the hallway silently dimmed.