As for the sample from Madam Xu, the hair, it was even easier to collect than that of Song Weiyi.
After Song Weiyi and the others had left, Xu Zijin also gathered what he needed.
Such an important matter should be dealt with sooner rather than later, so Xu Zijin packed up the items and headed downstairs.
Madam Xu was sitting in the living room watching a TV drama when she saw Xu Zijin, beckoning to him, "Zijin, sit down and chat with me."
From her manner, Xu Zijin knew that this was the prelude to a political lesson.
"Mom, there's an urgent matter at the company that requires my immediate attention."
"What? It's already half-past nine; what's so urgent that it can't wait until tomorrow?" Madam Xu, agitated and suspicious, looked at Xu Zijin.
"It can't wait, it's urgent. I have to go now and will be back tomorrow," Xu Zijin said, not waiting for his mother's approval before taking his leave.
