"`Xiao Yu, I'm sorry.`" Qin San Lang felt very guilty, but he knew that no matter how much he apologized, it couldn't make up for the fact that they had caused harm to several families.
Gu Jinli looked at Qin San Lang with mixed feelings, wanting to punch him flat, yet remembered the kindness he had shown to their families on the road.
Fleeing from famine was hard, people died every day. If it weren't for the help of Elder Qin and his grandson, it wouldn't have been possible for all their families to survive; at least several of them would have died on the road.
In the end, she was feeling conflicted and wanted to roar!
Grinding her teeth and trying to suppress the anger within, Gu Jinli failed to hold it in. She grabbed Qin San Lang's arm, rolled up his sleeve, and bit down hard on his wrist.
