Chapter 928 What Kind of Man_1

For Tong Tiehu, it felt like he had walked a hundred miles today, and he went straight to his room to rest as soon as he got back.

Qiao Xiaomai and Tong's third son had fought a day's battle as well, physically and mentally exhausted.

However, having not bathed for several days, Tong's third son still went to heat up water in the kitchen for a bath. By the time they finished, it was already past midnight.

Qiao Xiaomai sprawled on the bed, listening to Tong's third son recounting the day's conversation between Yang Wenxiao and the two of them. She couldn't help but sigh deeply, "Not of blood relation, yet causing harm."

"But I am also to blame; I was too impulsive. If I hadn't touched the treasure, none of this would have happened."

Tong's third son was sitting by the bed, taking off his shoes. He lifted his hand and with a wave-snuffed out the candle flame before lying down next to Qiao Xiaomai, "None of this is your fault."