When Feng Jingguo chartered a plane to reach Saipan Island as quickly as possible.
Gu Zixuan had just woken up and was pulled to the beach by Feng Chengjin for an outing.
The azure sea was as clear as the mirrored surface of glass, every gentle ripple of the water seemed to dance in a magnificent and beautiful crystal world.
The delicate golden sand, red corals, and snails blowing conch horns.
The companions all went into the sea, playing in the nearshore area.
Gu Zixuan was also overwhelmed by the real, ethereal world before her, as if it were freshly washed.
Not far from the wooden pier, Feng Chengjin's private yacht had already docked at the port, waiting for the mid-level and senior managers to finish their afternoon fun and board the yacht in the evening for a party.
