The next day.
Under the 'gentle' touch of Xia Yue's fingers, Ling Chen, who was suffering from last night's hangover, finally came to his senses.
Looking out the window at the calm sea, Ling Chen felt puzzled. It had been one night; why hadn't the passenger ship docked yet?
After freshening up, a waiter delivered a sumptuous breakfast directly to his room. It must be admitted that the Heavenly Mechanism Pavilion indeed had substantial financial resources, as everyone on the ship was enjoying five-star treatment.
After breakfast, there was a gentle knock on the door of the suite. Wei Jiahao got up to open it and saw Zhong Yang outside, asking, "Does Mr. Zhong need something?"
Zhong Yang said with a smile, "We have arrived at our destination."
Ling Chen asked with a puzzled face, "Aren't we still at sea?"
"Mr. Ling, you'll know in a moment."
