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Seeing An Xiong cough so quickly, An Xia'er made an 'oh' sound. Her eyes curved up innocently. "So that's how it is. So you're all right now?"

An Xiong's expression was extremely pale. He stared into An Xia's eyes as if to say, how does it look like he's fine?

She wanted to piss him off!

However, after enduring for a long time and thinking of how he had come to negotiate with An Xia'er, An Xiong still didn't say anything.

He said to his uncle, "Old Xiang, send the flowers over."

"Sigh."

"Yes, Uncle." He walked over and placed two bouquets of flowers in front of the Xia family's tombstone.

An Xia'er looked at this scene and said, "I really didn't think you'd actually dare to come to the Xia Clan's tombstone to see them. Or did you bring Flower to think I'd forgive you on their behalf?"

"Xia'er, if I had no guilt towards the Xia family, I wouldn't have considered giving you 10% of the shares when you were ten years old." I don't know the details about the transfer of your shares. "

"So you want to say that this has nothing to do with you?" An Xia's lips slowly formed a line. "But Angel is your precious daughter. You didn't stop her after knowing she'd done such a thing, right?"

What's the difference between not stopping them and condoning them?

"At that time, Qi'er said that you were the one who personally transferred the shares to her, and later on you regretted it. You guys each said a few things, who do you think I should trust?"

"So you chose to believe in your own daughter, right?"

"…"

He gripped the armrest of his wheelchair.

An Xia'er's pure face broke into a smile. "Forget it. There's no point in bringing this up now. Anyway, you owe the Xia Clan and me, so no matter what I ask for, it won't be enough."

An Xiong's expression had just changed when An Xia said coldly, "So, what do you want to talk to me about?"

Seeing her unyielding attitude, An Xiong didn't want to beat around the bush anymore. "Fine, I came today to ask you. Are you really going to let An clan go bankrupt?"

Over the past two days, there had been some people from the Public Security Bureau who had come …

"You forced me to do this." An Xia said.

Angel had blackened her in front of the media and framed her.

Yet, he, An Xiong, ignored it, and even allowed Angel to do what she wanted? She wasn't qualified to criticize her for her moral conscience even if she allowed the An clan to go bankrupt!

"I know that you have Lu Bai to back you up. Your wings have hardened." An Xiong's hand, which was holding onto the armrest, trembled as he held onto his emotions. "So, you have nothing to worry about. You want to put your family to death, don't you?"

"I say, dad, the situation has forced me to. Even if my wings weren't strong, I still wouldn't have been able to hold out until today." An Xia'er laughed. "What's more, do you know that after I left the An clan and got into trouble, the An clan once again cared about me?"

Not mentioning that she was sent to the police station by the Moose City, but she was kidnapped by Da Rong Hao a few days ago.

"The An clan is my life!" An Xiong heavily patted his chest. "Regardless of what happens, I can't possibly watch An clan go bankrupt. Right, you, An Xia'er, now have the ability to let An clan linger around the edge of life and death." But what do you want? How do you want to let go of the An family? Do you want me to beg you for a handful of old bones? "

In the quiet cemetery, An Xiong's angry roars echoed in the air!

An Xia'er looked at him coldly. "I've always been clear about what I want. I want the An clan to return what belongs to the Xia clan, give me an explanation!"

"Don't you want the shares?" An Xiong's face trembled, even his white hair started to tremble. "But do you think that I hold a 100% share in the deal? The reason why the An clan can have such a day, aside from my many years of gambling, is also related to the An clan's higher ups' hard work over the years. "

Those elders of the An clan who have rendered meritorious services to the An clan, do you think that you can simply use their wages to keep them here? For the sake of giving an example and encouraging them to do what they have done for the An clan all these years, the An clan has to give them a small share, up to 0.5%, up to 3%. That's why they have to carefully consider the future of the An clan and continue to develop new products and improve the market.

In other words, the An family actually didn't have a 100% share.

This was the system of a listed company. Very few shares were held by one person …

"Then if you want a 50% share, how do you think the An clan can agree to it?" "The Xia family hasn't done anything for the company all these years. If I give half of it back to your Xia family, wouldn't my An family be getting less than you?"

This was impossible. Not only did An Xiong disapprove of it, he also disagreed with it!

An Xia'er pursed her lips. "This is your problem. I just want to take back what I deserve on behalf of the Xia Clan."

"Xia'er, then you have nothing to discuss, right?"

"If you don't want to return the Xia family's half of the shares, then that is a matter of life and death. That is impossible." Anshel told him clearly.

He had his difficulties, but she also had her own stand!

She had to get her real parents' things back!

"Do you know that Rong had to jump off a building just for the sake of the Ann's Shares yesterday?!" An Xiong said angrily, "You want me to watch my wife jump off the building. Do you want me to return half of the shares to you? Do you want me to suffer the wrath of the entire world? "

"Then do you think, in order to prevent your wife from jumping off the building, I have to give up the Xia family's shares?" An Xia'er gritted her teeth. "She's your wife and not someone like me. Jumping off a building has nothing to do with me!"

"An Xia'er, she's your foster mother!" An Xiong's eyes turned scarlet.

"It used to be."

Now that she had been driven out of the An clan, this foster mother couldn't wait for her death.

An Xia'er thought of this and said coldly, "What's more, a few days ago Angel was at a press conference. Didn't she say that the An family didn't agree that I was the daughter of the Xia family?" Is that what you mean? "

"I didn't say that."

An Xiong gritted his teeth.

"I just want to say it." An Xia took a deep breath and looked up at the sky with her clear and bright almond-shaped eyes. "When I was at the An clan, I really took you as my biological father. I even thought you loved me dearly."

An Xiong's eyes turned red, and his face was filled with anger. However, he couldn't bear to look away …

He had indeed treated her like his own daughter and doted on her because she had always been a good girl, but even so, he was still worried that she would find out about his background, so she slowly became a threat to him.

A Xia'er let out a mocking laugh. It was unknown if it was because she was laughing at the An clan's heartlessness or because she was too stupid before!

"Let's go." Anthea spoke to her two bodyguards as she prepared to leave the cemetery.

Seeing that this conversation was fruitless, An Xiong hurriedly called out to her, "An Xia'er —"

"What? Is there something else?" An Xia'er didn't look back.

"You won't let the An clan go no matter what, right?" Behind him, An Xiong's eyes turned red with anxiety. "You've been in the An clan for more than ten years! Don't you know how much work I've put in for you?!" "Do you really have to defeat Anshi?"

An Xia'er didn't say anything and continued walking forward.

"Even if you don't do it on my behalf, you have to do it on the account of your father, the Marquis of Xia. Back then, I started this company together with him, and at the same time, we have high hopes for this company!"

An Xia'er felt a bit sore in her throat.

"I have fulfilled my wish and his wish from that year. The An clan is also the work of the duke of Xia! Are you going to destroy the blood and sweat of your biological father? " An Xiong's voice slowly turned hoarse, "Now that your biological father is beside you, I can properly apologize to him!"

When An Xiong thought of the An clan, he did not care about anything else. He turned his wheelchair toward the tombstone of the Marquis of Xia beside him and shouted in excitement,

"Manager Xia, sorry, I didn't fulfill my promise to you all these years and didn't treat your daughter well. I hope you can forgive me. I can clarify this outside and prove that An Xia is the daughter of the Xia family. I just want you to be safe and sound! "

Anxia's footsteps paused as she listened to An Xiong's voice behind her. Wet liquid slowly gushed out of her eyes.

She clenched her fists to prevent the tears from falling from her eyes.

Once upon a time, this An father behind her was also her most beloved father.

Finally, An Xia'er bit her lip and said, "Just apologize to my father. I hope he'll be able to forgive you."

"An Xia'er!" An Xiong shouted with all his might, "Do you want me to kneel down and beg you to let Madam An off?"

A loud bang suddenly came from behind him!

The sound of something heavily hitting the ground …

An Xia'er's heart trembled, as if something had grabbed her heart. Her pupils slowly dilated. "What?"

"Old master, don't be like this!" Behind him, his uncle shouted, "I can't accept this! The second miss is a junior!"

An Xia turned around.

Father An was kneeling on the ground behind her!

Tears welled up in her eyes.

[Don't worry, I will make the An clan kneel down and apologize to you.] Lu Bai's words rang in her ears.

However, An Xia looked at her father, who was kneeling behind her with long white hair. For some reason, her heart was slowly being pulled up. The normally dignified and dignified head of the An clan and the old chief of the An clan knelt down in front of her in a humble manner.

In order to protect the An clan, he didn't even want his dignity anymore.

"Miss An?" The two bodyguards beside her urged her to leave.

Uncle Xiang's eyes reddened with anxiety as he pulled his father along and pleaded with An Xia, "Second Miss, even if you asked me, my Uncle, to beg you, let the Master get up, he's already fifty years old, don't step on his words, he's the President of the An clan!"

An Xia'er bit her lip as she looked vaguely at her father. "Why did you do such a thing? The An clan let me down in the first place, didn't they?" Do you know how badly Angel and her mother have hurt me? Do you know that after I left the An clan, if it wasn't for Lu Bai … What would happen to me? The An clan has repeatedly wronged me, what do you want me to forgive you with? "