Qin Hao stood by the seaside, watching the ordinary people on the yacht.
Clearly, he had not expected that people would come to the small island he had lived on for over a year.
The ordinary people on the yacht had caught sight of Qin Hao as well.
They seemed taken aback for a moment.
When the yacht docked,
the few of them walked towards the shore.
Blond and blue-eyed, it was obvious they were foreigners.
They spoke in English,
and immediately asked, "Who are you? Don't you know this island has been sold? How long have you lived here? Hurry up and move, it's been bought by Mr. Adair!"
Listening to their words,
Qin Hao furrowed his brow.
This island was for sale?
Someone had even bought it.
Who was the unlucky soul who bought the island he had been living on for over a year?
He probably didn't know that during his time here, the mountains and trees on the island had been blasted full of holes.
