Another two hours passed.
Ning Dai angrily put the satellite phone aside. She wrinkled her nose and turned to look at Mo Chen.
"The phone can't be used. Second Brother, wait for me here. I'll go to the island and look for something to eat. Otherwise, I'm afraid we'll go hungry."
The honeymoon had been set up seemed to look like a piece of sh*t. Ning Dai's heart was filled with anger.
"Okay, be careful."
Mo Chen's eyes were a little dim.
His legs hadn't recovered yet, so he couldn't move. At this special moment, it was obvious that he was useless. It made him feel extremely inferior.
He was trash, dragging Ning Dai down.
Just as the dark emotions were about to surround him, the fragrance of roses spread and surrounded Mo Chen.
It was Ning Dai who gently pulled him into her embrace.
