Su Yuntian dared not take the situation lightly; he kept an eye on the lake's surface in case of any sudden incidents.
It was only after Su Meng swam up to him and left the water that the solemn expression on his face somewhat diminished.
"Who was at the bottom of the lake?"
Looking at his daughter, who was covering her chest with her clothes and had her wet locks of hair clinging to her cheeks, Su Yuntian felt a surge of anger.
"I couldn't see clearly."
With a round face as rosy as an apple and shining bright eyes, Su Meng, who was crouched in a cluster of grass, holding her clothes, exclaimed, "He didn't do anything to me; I was just startled by his sudden appearance."
"The man probably meant no harm." He Rong kept urging his old friend to stay calm.
Su Yuntian, still with a stern face, continued to watch the surface of the lake intently.
Under the dimming sky, the lake's surface, lit by the golden light of the coach, seemed calm, with scattered glints of light.
