Anyway, that's how the plots of TV dramas usually unfolded. People tend to think the worst of things; after all, being prepared is always better than being blindly optimistic.

For Xia Wan, thinking the worst wasn't a bad thing, because she really didn't want to risk her father's life and gamble on that slim chance of luck.

At this moment, Xia Jianguo gently patted Xia Wan's shoulder, comforting her with a gentle yet firm tone: "Don't worry, daughter. We just need to live our own little lives peacefully. Even if those people dare to come knocking on our door and cause trouble, we will never be afraid or back down."

Hearing his words, Xia Wan's previously uneasy heart calmed down a little.

She smiled and nodded, saying to her father, "Old Xia, it's wonderful that you think that way. I'm going back to the guesthouse to rest now, and I might come back a little later tomorrow!"

In fact, just a short while ago, Xia Wan had carefully investigated the relevant information about that thug through various channels.

After careful consideration, she decided to go and have a serious talk with that thug in person tomorrow.

Firstly, it could create some minor trouble and annoyance for Xia Jianlin, preventing him from having so much free time constantly running back and forth to his father's ward; secondly, if this opportunity could be used to completely eliminate this potential threat, that would be even better.

Thinking of this, a resolute and courageous glint flashed in Xia Wan's eyes.