Lin Xian looked at the already hung-up phone, his expression strange.
Forget it, let's go see on the right.
He bought the yacht himself and joined the club, Lin Xi put in a lot of effort running back and forth.
In terms of emotion and reason, he should lend a hand, just to repay the favor. Thinking of this, Lin Xian drained the glass of champagne in one go,
brought his phone and wallet, and went out the door. Ten minutes later,
the black Bentley steadily stopped outside the club's marina.
The driver stopped the car and reminded, "Mr. Lin, we've arrived!"
Lin Xian nodded and instructed, "You head back first, I'll call you when I need the car!"
With that, Lin Xian opened the door and got out of the car.
The marina at night was as quiet as ever.
Except for some staff on duty, there was no one else to be seen.
After showing his membership card, Lin Xian strode onto the marina and waited for a few minutes.
