At the same time, at the South Sea Port Wharf.
Li Qiao and Shang Yu leisurely stepped onto the yacht deck. Although it was cold in winter, the air by the river was very fresh.
The cabin had the thermostat on. Li Qiao took off her coat and leaned back into the sofa, fiddling with her phone.
After a while, Shang Yu walked into the cabin, crossed his legs after sitting down, and looked tenderly at Li Qiao.
The yacht started and smoothly left the dock.
Li Qiao finished sending her WeChat, turned her eyes, and met the man's gaze.
She smiled and casually placed her phone by her side, "Going out to sea?"
"Yes, taking you out for some relaxation." The man glanced at her phone, picked it up and directly pressed the power off button, "Whatever it is, handle it when we get back."
Li Qiao opened her mouth but said nothing, fully agreeing with his actions.
Let him be.
Li Qiao leaned back, looking at the horizon through the glass, "In a few days, I plan to stage an accident."
