The sick young master stood on the deck with his hands behind his back.
He looked around at everyone on the ship, taking them all in.
Finally, he fixed his gaze on Zhou Wenjing, nodding slightly:
"You have found a good place for me indeed."
But after saying this, he couldn't help but cough repeatedly.
A hint of blood appeared at the corner of his mouth.
Upon hearing this, the crowd couldn't help but look at Zhou Wenjing.
Zhou Wenjing raised her eyebrows:
"What nonsense are you spouting?
"Who found you any good place?"
She originally intended to add, 'The issues between us should be solved directly, without implicating others.'
However, firstly, Su Mo had previously mentioned inviting this sick young master aboard as a guest.
Secondly, Su Mo and others were unfathomable, perhaps they truly weren't afraid of this sick young master.
If it were just me and the sick young master alone, today would indeed be a situation of almost certain death.
