Being thus directly addressed by him, Xi An'an's small face grew hot, and her hands nervously twisted together.
"That, I..."
"Yes?" Quan Tianqi fixed his gaze on her, waiting with interest for what she would say next.
Thinking of the old man lying in the hospital, Xi An'an took a deep breath, lifted her head, and looked at him, "Actually, I have something I want to ask for your help with."
Quan Tianqi lightly tapped on the steering wheel, "Assistance?"
Xi An'an nodded, "Sorry for disturbing you with a phone call so late, it was presumptuous of me, but I need to ask you for a favor." Afraid he would refuse, she quickly promised, "You can rest assured, I will definitely repay this favor."
On her own, she had no chance of standing up to the Xi Family, she could wait, but the great-grandfather couldn't.
The only person she could think of to help her was him.
