From her father's outright denial, Mia wilted like a frostbitten eggplant.
Yan Xiaye suddenly understood in the silence; it wasn't that she underestimated her own abilities, but she forgot that on an island of pirates, they obviously operated by their own set of rules, which were naturally related to power and violence.
"Alright, don't mind this idiot. Let Chia keep you company while I go to the kitchen to prepare your lunch."
Mia's father shook his head helplessly, politely declining Yan Xiaye's help and leaving the living room to the three young people.
"I'm sorry, big sister. I thought this was just a matter of money, but I didn't expect..." After a while, Mia looked pitifully at Yan Xiaye, "It seems our plan is impossible."
Yan Xiaye thought for a moment, then suddenly asked, "Mia, if we had the support of a pirate ship, would that solve our other problems?"
