On the luxurious cruise.
Song Zhizhi leaned on the cruise's railing, taking in the cool, fishy breeze.
The cruise slowly moved across the sea's horizon; the further it got from the shore, the darker the surroundings. The horizon felt boundless.
Song Zhizhi glanced at a small speedboat trailing not too far behind.
That was Luo Xiaolang.
Considering Chu Qin's deliberate actions towards her, Song Zhizhi didn't want to cause unnecessary trouble, especially in front of the First Group. She did not want to disgrace their Yanshang Country status, particularly as she was carrying her father Song Shan's title. She couldn't let her father lose face by any means.
Witnessing Luo Xiaolang's follow-up, her heart was slightly at ease.
Although the journey had been crowded with chatter, it was nevertheless peaceful.
She was well aware that the quieter it got, the closer the storm was.
The closer one gets to departure, the more unsafe it becomes.
She was keenly observing Luo Xiaolang.
