"Commander! There's a man named An at the door. He says he's looking for you!"
"Name?"
"An Hui."
Qin Jian frowned and was about to speak when An Hao stood up and took the phone from his hand: "Don't see him."
She immediately hung up the phone.
"An Hui, remember, he's the scoundrel who even after you explained, came asking us for money," An Hao said coldly.
"I remember. But no matter what, he's still your relative. It's the New Year, he came over, shouldn't you at least see what he wants?" Qin Jian asked.
"No." An Hao was very resolute in her response.
She couldn't forget the words An Hui said when her father was severely injured and lying in the hospital bed.
They only cared about asking her father for money and never considered his life or death.
Father took on the debt for them, yet they pushed him out to get beaten on their behalf.
An Hao couldn't forget these things.
He always adhered to one principle: repay a drop of kindness with a fountain.
