Chapter 669
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An Yibei rushed to the hospital after finishing his work.
Pushing the door open, the quilt on the bed arched up and trembled.
His heart was originally as calm as still water, but in the end, it was broken in an instant.
He walked forward and lifted the blanket. An Xiaxia's eyes were red. She was curled up into a ball, looking as fragile as an abandoned baby.
"How delicate! Why are you crying? If you continue to cry, those people won't be able to come back to life! "An Yibei's voice was as cold as ice.
An Xiaxia asked in a muffled voice, "Did you find Kang Jian's body?"
"No …" An Yibei sighed.
"Does that mean there's still hope?" An Xiaxia's eyes lit up.
An Yibei could not bear to refute her, so he nodded reluctantly.
In fact, the survival rate of a healthy person was less than one percent.
"Wen Qing and He Dongyang's matter … is almost settled. The news agency, the government, and the insurance company will compensate them. At least their families won't have to worry about money anymore," An Yibei said calmly, as if he had nothing to do with the matter.
An Xiaxia felt terrible. After all, they used to be colleagues. It was hard for her to accept it.
"Mr. Song is here today," An Xiaxia calmed herself down and said to An Yibei.
An Yibei clenched his fists and asked in a deep voice, "What is he doing here?"
"He said he wanted to take me home." An Xiaxia twisted her fingers. "Brother, you already knew that he was my biological father, didn't you?"
An Yibei frowned. "Hmm? Are you blaming me now? "
"I'm not!" An Xiaxia smiled bitterly. "I just think it's … ironic …"
"Do you want to go with him?" An Yibei asked.
He had been avoiding this problem for many years, but he finally had to face it.
He could not determine Mr. Song's true attitude towards An Xiaxia.
If he loved her, why did he drive his mother crazy? He did not ask or hear.
If he didn't love her, Mr. Song's kindness to her didn't seem to be an act.
Moreover, there were many disputes between the rich and powerful. It would not be good for An Xiaxia to return to the rich and powerful. Instead, it might harm her.
"I hate him." An Xiaxia squeezed the words out of her mouth.
An Yibei frowned. "Xiaxia, don't be rash! Don't think about revenge. After all, he is your father! "
An Xiaxia did not say anything. An Yibei did not say anything, but he could not let go of the burden that was weighing on his heart.
Hopefully, An Xiaxia wouldn't do anything stupid.
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A few days later, An Xiaxia was called to the news agency by the manager.
On her way here, she had heard that the news agency had been acquired by a large corporation and that the manager might be replaced. She had been looking for a place to vent her anger, so she guessed that An Xiaxia would be the one to vent her anger.
As soon as he entered the room, the assistant came in in a panic to report, "The new CEO is here!"
The manager looked as if he had eaten a fly and stood up to welcome them.
A tall man, surrounded by more than a dozen people, slowly walked in.
The first thing that came into view was a pair of shiny black leather shoes. Moving up, it was a pair of long legs wrapped in trousers. He wore a white shirt and a black suit. Such a simple combination, but it gave off a different vibe when he wore it.
"Hello, Chief Sheng. What brings you here?" The manager smiled and waved at An Xiaxia. "What are you waiting for? Go get a glass of water for Chief Sheng. "
An Xiaxia was speechless. She went to the pantry and got two cups of coffee. As soon as she entered the room, she heard the manager bad-mouthing her. "It's all An Xiaxia's fault this time! How could this have happened without her? Sigh … It's a pity that we two excellent reporters have lost. Chief Sheng, I suggest that you fire An Xiaxia! "
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