In other words, they could have held its setting-off ceremony any day, but Mu Li insisted on scheduling it for today.
The implication was obvious.
Not to mention, as long as Zhou Wang agreed to the cooperation with Tianque Group, this yacht would become his private asset, and he'd instantly become the real owner here.
So according to Zhou Wang's own logic, it meant everyone on board right now was basking in his glow, and Sun Xining didn't need to look at anybody's face.
Because Zhou Wang was the only "face" that mattered here.
Of course, Zhou Wang wouldn't say something like that out loud; he just let out a soft, mocking laugh.
"Heh."
Wang Jia, whose skin had already turned ultra-sensitive under Zhou Wang's earlier scrutiny, immediately looked over at him, brows knitting together.
"What are you laughing at?"
"Just think it's kinda funny. We're clearly out at sea, so how the fuck am I still hearing dogs bark?"
