Not far away, the sea is as blue as the sky, and underfoot, the sand is soft; every now and then you could see small creatures scrambling back into the sea after being washed up by the waves.
The scent of the sea breeze is ever constant, warmly blowing over people, making everyone feel a bit lazy.
Wen Le and The Fifth Young Master Guo each with a fishing rod, were sitting on a rock, steady as old dogs, while Xiaohe and Zhang Jian were like restless rabbits. Xiaoning was taking pictures on the beach with a camera, and Old Cui, who she dragged along as a bodyguard, wore a bitter expression.
Yan Fei was still hugging his foreign language book and reading.
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After Yan Fei pulled off a job, as the yacht sailed for half the day, everyone started debating again.
