Chapter 901 My Sister Might Not Have Died that Year

Grandpa Xia was pleasantly surprised and said, "Really? Why didn't you tell me earlier? You have to hurry up. Your mother can't wait any longer. Today, the doctor said that her condition has worsened again. Rushuang is a good child. After she saw the girl, she immediately called me to tell me. She was more excited than me."

Xia Anlan's face was not good. He said, "I know. Tomorrow, I will take her back tomorrow."

"Your mother... has been calling Xiaoai's name all day. I'm really afraid of her..." Grandpa Xia's voice was lonely. He didn't say the rest of the words. His old voice was full of sadness. .

Xia Anlan sighed, "Dad, don't worry. My mom will make it. I'll find a better doctor. She will definitely make it through this."

Grandpa Xia said, "You're right. She will... She will. Your mom will never let go of Xiaoai. When she was conscious, she always said that Xiaoai looked like her when she was a child. When she grows up, she will definitely look the same... If she sees that daughter, maybe she will be happy and get better."

Xia Anlan hesitated for a while and said, "Dad... I suspect that Qingsi is my sister's daughter. I suspect that Xiaoai didn't die at all!"

Grandpa Xia was stunned for a long time before saying, "How... How is this possible? When the house burned, Xiaoai was still inside. She was a child. It was impossible for her to escape. Besides, you...you also saw it later, the body was burnt, and the height and age were the same as Xiao Ai. "

Xia Anlan held the phone tightly: "But don't forget, the child's body did not have the necklace. Over the years, I have had many dreams, and every time I dreamed that the child ran towards me with the necklace. I thought many times that she might not really be dead. "

Grandpa Xia's voice was desolate and lonely: "The necklace is silver, and it must have been taken away by the kidnappers a long time ago. Hey...I know you can't let go of your sister's death, and I can't let go, but so many years have passed, don't let the dead rest in peace. "

Xia Anlan understood his father's psychology. He was sad, lonely and desperate for so many years, and his mood had become calm.

Yan Qingsi suddenly appeared, Xia Anlan regarded her as hope, but the old man was afraid...the greater the hope, the more disappointed in the end. If it is finally proved that Yan Qingsi has nothing to do with the Xia family, it will remind the old man of his beloved daughter's death again, which will only make him more sad.

"Okay, I got it... I'll take her back tomorrow."

"Okay, okay..."

"Father... Goodbye."

After hanging up the phone, Xia Anlan sighed.

He put down the phone and frowned, "Why didn't Xia Rushuang know about Yan Qingsi earlier? And she told father directly?"

The secretary hesitated, "The variety show recorded by Miss Qingsi was broadcast not long ago. Maybe... I saw it by chance?"

Xia Anlan didn't speak. He was indifferent and calm.

"I don't pay attention to the entertainment industry. Do you young people pay attention to it often? Did you know Yan Qingsi before?"

The secretary scratched his head and whispered, "I... also... occasionally watch it, so... I know a little about Miss Qingsi..."

In fact, how could he know a little? He knew a lot. She was the goddess in the hearts of many men. The screen saver of his personal mobile phone was all photos of Yan Qingsi.

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