When Qiao Junnan saw Shen Hanqian, it wasn't shame that he felt, but rather an accusation that soared eight feet high. "Shen Hanqian, I really didn't see it before, but you're so scheming, following me? You're quite something, tracking me all the way to Sanya. You didn't become a detective, what a waste of talent! You won't be happy until you've torn our family apart, will you?"
Shen Hanqian had never expected this kind of reaction. "You're saying I'm stalking you? That's the problem?"
"Isn't it? Can't you just pretend you didn't know? You had to come here, you're just trying to find a way to divorce me and then get together with that bastard, right?" Qiao Junnan yelled frantically, then turned around and tried to grab a camera from a man's hand. "And you're taking pictures, I'll make you take photos!"
The man was a professional at doing this kind of work in hotels, so he kept the evidence well protected and ran off quickly, vanishing in a puff of smoke.