It was nearly one in the afternoon when the Yan siblings and their party got out of the car and boarded the yacht.
After stowing their luggage in their rooms and touring the yacht with the captain and Xu Zhen, they went to the aft section of the second deck for lunch.
In the center of the dining room stood a round table that could seat twelve. It offered a three-sided view of the lake, showing the spray and currents churned up by the engines, a few distant islands, and the slowly receding pier.
Due to the yacht's massive size, Yan Feifan, who was already seated, could barely feel any swaying or vibration as it began to move.
He took the warm, damp towel a server offered him and wiped his hands, then picked up a glass of freshly squeezed watermelon juice and took a couple of sips.
"Feifan..."
Yan Ziruo leaned in and whispered, "I confirmed with Xu Zhen multiple times. She said..."
