Standing behind Fang Zhigang with his head lowered, Xia Guotian's eyes showed a hint of joy when he heard the words "run over," which was immediately caught by An Yiqing.
"What? Mr. Xia, are you happy that your own brother was run over and killed by a car?" An Yiqing asked coldly.
Xia Guotian's face stiffened, and he didn't speak, but there was a clear trace of joy in his eyes.
"I'm sorry to disappoint you, Mr. Xia, but your wish won't come true. Xia Hao's parents aren't dead; they are alive and well! The Xia Family Restaurant will never be yours or anyone else's in the Xia Family! Besides, even if Uncle and Aunt did die, the Xia Family Restaurant would only belong to Xia Hao, and no one should think of taking it away!"
An Yiqing's words shattered Xia Guotian's fantasies, and he suddenly looked up in disbelief. How could this be? How could Second Brother and Sister-in-law not be dead? He saw with his own eyes as the truck buried them underneath!
