On the other side, Yin Mo stepped out of the restroom, and just as she rounded the corner, she bumped into someone.
The person was quite tall, wearing a black suit and white shirt, with a white communication wire hanging behind his ear, likely a bodyguard.
Yin Mo looked at him with a neutral expression, and just as she looked away, the person said, "Miss Yin, tonight at eight, table thirty-two at the underground bar, our gentleman will be waiting for your appointment."
After speaking, the person brushed past Yin Mo and quickly disappeared into the dense crowd outside the door.
Yin Mo gazed at his back, a faint light flickering in her eyes.
...
By four in the afternoon, He Chen took Yin Mo to Parma's port.
Several yachts were docked around the pier, and the two stepped onto the deck. The sea breeze tousled their hair.
He Chen held Yin Mo's hand as they walked to the sunken open-air cabin, looking at her profile, he raised an eyebrow and asked, "Can you operate a yacht?"
