However, as they passed by Fang Fei, despite their hasty movements, no one touched her.
"A leak! Could it be that this ship is sinking?" Lin Yazhi exclaimed in alarm.
After about ten seconds, the emergency alarm grew louder, and only four people were left in the entire hall.
Uncle Fu, Lin Yazhi, Fang Fei, and Xia Liu.
Xia Liu and Fang Fei both gazed at each other, motionless, even if the ship were to sink immediately.
"Yazhi, don't worry, the ship is fine. It's probably just a drill or something," Uncle Fu said nonchalantly.
If the ship really were in trouble, the people inside wouldn't have left in such an orderly fashion.
Even those worth over a hundred billion wouldn't be so composed when their lives were threatened.
Some of the second-generation rich girls still had smiles on their faces as they left, as if they were participating in some fun activity.
"Ah! Then why are they...?" Lin Yazhi was shocked and bewildered.
