Gong Jiaming brought a glass of juice to Dai Limin, who was reading in the cabin.
Gong Ruzhi, sweating profusely, followed behind Gong Jiaming.
"Thanks." Dai Limin put down the book in his hand and carefully took a look at the juice he was handed.
"How are they doing?" Dai Limin genuinely regretted it; he had clearly said he wouldn't get on the yacht and attend the so-called yacht party. Why hadn't he insisted upon it?
If he had insisted back then, perhaps he wouldn't have found himself in such an awkward situation.
"How could they be fine?" Gong Jiaming was speechless. "Even though there are few people on the boat, I think that's quite nice."
There were a lot of unfamiliar faces. Gong Jiaming honestly had no desire to socialize with them, even though Zhao Guangran said it would be nice and relaxing.
However, Gong Jiaming truly never saw this as a way of relaxing. Instead, lying on the yacht prevented him from properly resting.
