"Uncle Xia, cherish the ones before you, and don't hurt those who love you for someone who is merely related by blood."
Father Xia's body trembled, and he abruptly looked up at An Yiqing, his eyes brimming with gratitude.
"Xiao Qing, I understand now. Thank you."
Father Xia tightly gripped Mother Xia's hand, their fingers interlocked, inseparable.
An Yiqing nodded in relief, turned around, and coldly glanced at Xia Laoda and the others, who were still stiff on the ground unable to move. With a flick of her right hand, streaks of cold silver light flashed through the air, causing the bodies of Xia Laoda and Lao San to suddenly collapse weakly to the floor.
"Get out of here fast, and if you ever dare to trouble Xia Hao and his family again, don't blame me for not being polite."
An Yiqing's voice carried a trace of Inner Breath, and to ordinary people like Xia Laoda, her voice was deafening, like a hammer striking fiercely at their hearts, causing enduring pain.