Yan Sijue's expression became extremely cold: "What do you mean by that?"
"It seems you have already guessed, sir. I simply don't like your wife, so I'm not willing to save her. This is my ship, and I decide who gets on board. If you have a problem with that, I can just leave right now!"
"Miss Sophie, does your father know you're behaving so recklessly?" Yan Sijue pressed his lips tightly.
"Of course he doesn't know, but right now I'm in charge of this ship. I took a life-threatening risk to come here, and even if my father finds out later, at most he'll scold me. What else could he do to me?" Sophie's smile grew even sweeter, "Mr. Yan, I know you have an agreement with my father, but unfortunately... I'm just this willful and unreasonable. After all, I'm here to save you now!"
Yan Sijue slowly curled his lips, his expression growing colder.
"Get ready to pick up the passengers." His voice sounded calm and detached.
