Chapter 468: Huo Tianqing's Phone Call

"It was my fault," Han Mochen said.

His voice was gentle and his words tender. But the gentleness didn't reach the bottom of his eyes; anyone slightly familiar with him knew that this was a sign of his raging fury.

"How is it your fault? It's all because of these crazy reporters," Jian Hao said.

Feeling the injustice bubble up inside him again, he didn't smash his phone this time. Instead, he casually picked up a cartoon character cushion from the couch. Holding it tight and kneading it in frustration, he deformed the cartoon face on it.

Although he was angry, a beautiful person looks beautiful no matter what they do, and Jian Hao's childlike behavior only made him look more adorable.

"I shouldn't have suggested coming to Iceland," Han Mochen said.

Jian Hao continued to mistreat the cartoon cushion and said, "I was the one who wanted to come here."

It was the city closest to the Arctic Circle and so secluded; he thought even the craziest reporters wouldn't follow them here.