198 The Smell of Blood

Han Qiao thought for a moment and said, "Maybe. After all, who doesn't want to be treated with favoritism? However, I had worked so hard and given so much, yet I couldn't even compare to Han Xiang crying a few times. This time, I had let it go. Since I couldn't even get fair treatment for what I wanted, I might as well not think about it or force it. Instead, I should live more at ease."

"Ah-Qiao…" Eldest Brother Han called out softly.

Han Qiao had answered his question in a gentle tone.

It made him feel ashamed and guilty.

"I'm sorry. We're the ones who have let you down."

Han Qiao sighed.

If she hadn't been rich and married a good man, Heng Yi's future would be limitless.

The Host might never be able to wait for this apology.

"Have you weighed the bamboo shoots and firewood? The road is bumpy. You all should take it slow. I'm tired. I'll go and rest for a while."

She got up and asked Shulan to help her up.