Xia Yinian didn't want to waste her breath on this woman; arguing was nothing but a time-waster for her.
The urgent task was to set up the studio as soon as possible, not to talk about unrelated matters here.
At the moment, the weather suddenly changed; the bustling crowd on the deck was no longer there.
Xia Yinian stood up and walked to the railing.
The sky was covered in dark clouds, blending almost seamlessly with the azure sea.
It seemed like it would rain soon.
Going to sea today, Brother Ling Qian couldn't have missed the weather; this rain should come quickly and go just as fast.
This is a large cruise ship, so it can withstand larger waves and wind.
"What? In a bad mood because I was right?"
To overshadow Xia Yinian, Yu Wanqing, who was half a head taller, still came wearing high heels.
Unexpectedly, just as she landed, a flash of lightning streaked across the sky, followed by a series of rumbles. She stumbled and lost her balance.
