There was no road to the small island; they had to take a boat, so they parked the car at the dock, where a yacht had already come to pick them up.
Aboard the luxurious yacht stood a man in a white T-shirt, wearing goggles, smiling slightly at them, obviously there to greet them. Ji Anning murmured softly, "Are yacht pilots this handsome nowadays?"
Hearing this, Ji Chicheng glanced over, giving Ji Anning a displeased look.
Ji Anning, feeling defiant, pretended not to notice and quickened her pace to walk ahead of Ji Chicheng.
Once on the yacht, the white T-shirted man greeting them bowed to her very gentlemanly.
In the name of politeness, Ji Anning nodded back to him. It was only upon closer inspection that she noticed the man's hair had a bit of a curl—likely natural—and the gentlemanly demeanor he exhibited didn't seem forced at all, giving off a very comfortable feeling.
Ji Anning knew this was a sign of temperament.
