Song Ziqiao waved his hand, as he didn't want to appear graceless in front of Su Mengxin even though he already looked like a drowned rat, devoid of any elegance. He said gravely, "Li Yifei, do you realize that if I hadn't saved you, you'd be dead by now?"
Li Yifei fished out a cigarette on the speedboat, lit it, and took a drag. He immediately frowned and tossed it away, having gotten used to the cigarettes given by Su Mengxin. These just didn't feel right anymore. Glancing at Song Ziqiao, he said, "Seems like I'm already on the speedboat, so your rescue isn't needed, is it?"
Li Yifei's remark instantly fired up Song Ziqiao, who angrily retorted, "You... that's my speedboat."
"Oh? Does the registration for this speedboat bear your name?"
"Nonsense, I hired it."
"Then why aren't you on this speedboat, but hopped onto that one instead?"
"You..."
