"Bro, what are you up to? Come out and hang for a bit."
While he was roasting people in the group chat, Lin Chu received a private message from Lu Ming. A tone like this usually meant something serious was up.
"Sure. Let's go. Wait for me at the door."
Lin Chu climbed out of bed and put on his island attire: a gaudy, colorful shirt. It had to be polyester—the kind that stuck to your skin when you sweated and billowed in the wind. That was the essence of island wear.
Liang Jieyu was on her phone nearby, watching a livestream. Seeing Lin Chu about to leave, she asked, "Brother, where are you going?"
"You just keep doing your thing. A buddy of mine needs to talk to me."
She hummed in acknowledgment and nodded obediently.
Watching Lin Chu's retreating back, her mind drifted to what had happened on the sea today. It was incredible, almost nonsensical. She couldn't quite wrap her head around Lin Chu's way of thinking.
'He was a complete stranger. Why bother with him?'
