Chapter 900 I Think I Will Be Happy in the Future

Xia Anlan was stunned for a moment, and then he realized that Yan Qingsi was not worried about whether she had a blood relationship with the Xia family, but... her mother's life experience.

What this girl wanted was an explanation for her deceased mother.

Xia Anlan thought of the photo on the tombstone, that young face, so early... died.

No matter whether Yan Qingsi's mother was his sister, he would help her find out.

"You have been able to survive for so many years as a little girl. It must be very difficult."

Yan Qingsi shook her head: "No matter how bad it was before, I will always be able to live well in the future."

"Yes, it will be better in the future." He is now in this position. If he can't protect a person, then he doesn't need to continue.

Yan Qingsi smiled: "Then... you should know that I am a couple with Mr. Su's grandson. He treats me very well. I think... I will be happy in the future. Can I... call him?"

Xia Anlan was silent for two seconds: "Yes!"

He knew that Mr. Su's grandson was called Yue Tingfeng.

It's just that Yan Qingsi subconsciously believed that her boyfriend could bring her happiness, but she didn't expect that this 'uncle' always felt a little strange in his heart.

"But... it's late now, I'll have someone send you a mobile phone tomorrow."

Yan Qingsi was a little disappointed, but it would be nice to have a mobile phone tomorrow, so that she could contact Yue Tingfeng.

She said, "Thank you."

"Go and have a rest. Tell me what you want. If I'm not here, tell Xiaolin."

"Okay, OK."

Xia Anlan watched Yan Qingsi leave. When she disappeared, the gentleness on his face disappeared: "Check the character of Yue Tingfeng 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 hurriedly said, "Okay."

"Sir, it's getting late, you should have a rest."

Xia Anlan rubbed his forehead, "You should go back to your room first."

Just as the secretary was about to speak, the phone in his pocket rang. He had two phones on him, one for him and the other for Xia Anlan. He took it out and saw that it was Xia Anlan's phone, and hurriedly said, "It's the old man's phone."

Xia Anlan raised his head and reached out to take it, "Hello, father, it's so late, why haven't you rested yet, how is my mother?"

Grandpa Xia's voice was a little excited: "Anlan, I I have something to tell you. "

"It just so happens that I also have something to tell you...then you go first."

"Rushuang called me today and showed me a photo of a girl who looked like your mother when she was young. I think, maybe...your mother can get some spiritual comfort when she sees that girl, and her condition can get better. Even if it doesn't get better, at least...it can...make her less painful in her last moments."

Xia Anlan was stunned, "Father, did Rushuang tell you?"

"Yes, she originally said that she would bring the game over during the Mid-Autumn Festival, but she accidentally saw the girl named Yan Qingsi on TV and thought she looked very similar to your mother, so she called me and told me. I asked her to contact the girl first and let her bring her over."

Xia Anlan didn't speak. After a while of silence, he said, "She is already here with me. She is not feeling well at the moment. I am planning to take her to Rongcheng when she is better. I originally wanted to tell you about her, but I didn't expect...Rushuang told you in advance."