Xia Anlan was stunned for a moment, and then he realized that what Yan Qingsi was worried about was not whether she was related to the Xia family by blood, but... her mother's life experience.
What this girl wants is an explanation for her deceased mother.
Xia Anlan thought of the photo on the tombstone, that young face that died so early...
No matter whether Yan Qingsi's mother is his sister or not, he will help her find out.
"It must be difficult for a little girl to survive these years."
Yan Qingsi shook her head: "No matter how bad it was in the past, I will always be able to live a good life in the future."
"Yes, it will get better in the future." Now that he is in this position, if he can't protect anyone, then he doesn't have to continue.
Yan Qingsi smiled: "Then... you should know that Mr. Su's grandson and I are lovers. He is very good to me. I think... I will be happy in the future. Can I... give him a call?"
Xia Anlan was silent for two seconds: "Okay!"
He knew that Mr. Su's grandson was named Yue Tingfeng.
It's just that Yan Qingsi subconsciously believed that her boyfriend could bring her happiness, but she didn't expect that he, his 'uncle', always felt something was wrong.
"But... it's very late now. I'll have someone bring you a mobile phone tomorrow."
Yan Qingsi was a little disappointed, but it would be good to have a mobile phone tomorrow so she could contact Yue Tingfeng.
She said: "Thank you."
"Go and rest. Just tell me what you want. If I'm not here, just tell Xiao Lin."
"okay."
Xia Anlan watched Yan Qingsi leave. After she disappeared, the tenderness on his face faded: "Check what Yue Tingfeng's character is like and whether he has any bad habits."
The secretary said: "The son of Mr. Su's daughter should..."
Before he finished speaking, he felt Xia Anlan's eyes turn cold and said quickly: "Okay."
"Sir, it's late, you can rest."
Xia Anlan rubbed her forehead and said, "Go back to your room first."
Just as the secretary was about to speak, the cell phone in his pocket rang. He had two cell phones on him, one was his and the other was Xia Anlan's. He took it out and saw that it was Xia Anlan's cell phone, and quickly said: "Mr. .”
Xia Anlan raised her head and reached out to take it, "Hey, father, it's so late, why haven't you rested yet? How is my mother?"
Mr. Xia's voice was a little excited: "An Lan, I have something to tell you."
"Exactly, I also have something to tell you... Then you go ahead."
"Rushuang called me today and showed me a photo of a girl who looked like your mother when she was young. I thought, maybe... your mother would get some spiritual comfort from seeing that girl, and her condition would get better. Even if it's not good, at least...it can...save her so much pain in her last moments."
Xia Anlan was stunned, "Father, did Rushuang tell you?"
"Yes, she originally said she would bring games over during the Mid-Autumn Festival, but she accidentally saw the girl named Yan Qingsi on TV and thought she looked like your mother, so she called me and told me. I asked her to contact her first. That girl, ask her to bring the person over."
Xia Anlan didn't speak. She was silent for a while and said: "She is already here with me. She is currently unwell. I am planning to wait for her to get better and take her to Chengdu. She was the one I originally wanted to tell you, but I didn't expect... Rushuang told you in advance."