Not only was Xi Xilan besieged, but An Yuya was also surrounded by numerous reporters, and the questions asked were similar.
"Miss An, as Mr. An's only granddaughter who grew up by his side, and known for his favor towards you, why didn't you fulfill your responsibilities as a granddaughter when Old Man was sick this time?"
"Miss An, what do you have to say about the things mentioned in the media?"
"Miss An..."
An Yuya, less worldly than her mother Xi Xilan, started to panic and was at a loss.
Xi Xilan's warning gaze swept subtly across her face, then she calmly faced the reporters: "Dear journalist friends, I just want to say that I know nothing about the things you mentioned. Where does the talk of me not caring about my father come from? I'm busy at the company every day and visit my father-in-law whenever I have time."
The reporter continued to ask, "Then what do you have to say about Mr. An's shares, Miss Xi?"
