It took two days for Qiao Tingyan to arrive at the fishing village. By the time he arrived at the tiny village, he was exhausted to his bones. All he wanted was to lie down and wash himself with some hot water.
"That damned Xuehan! She doesn't even understand her own weight. It is all her fault, and yet she dares to throw a tantrum at me. Who does she think she is?" Qiao Tingyan wiped the sweat off his face and spat on the ground. In his heart, he blamed Han Xuehan for all his sufferings. If not for her, then he wouldn't have bothered to make such a long journey. Did she really think that she was that precious?
