If worst came to worst, there was always one last option.
Defection.
No matter which country he defected to, he would surely secure a place for himself.
He might not be good at construction, but when it came to destruction, he was an absolute expert.
His thoughts began to drift. Lin Chu reined them in and went back to the magazine in his hands.
Looking up a moment later, he suddenly spotted a familiar figure over by the band area.
An Yunzhi, wearing a long, black evening gown, sat at a piano in the middle of the lounge area. The music flowed from her fingertips.
The beautiful melody had attracted a small crowd of onlookers.
'Hm?'
'What is she doing here?'
A slight smile touched the corners of Lin Chu's lips.
'Looks like she's working on this cruise ship now?'
'As a pianist?'
'Probably to earn money.'
Tsk.
At that moment, Lin Chu felt a faint sense of kinship, as if with a fellow soul down on their luck.
