Song Yan Ning glanced at the money in Jiang Weiwei's hand and gave Qin Yushen a mischievous look.
Qin Yushen smiled helplessly and his gaze coldly swept towards Jiang Weiwei, "Stop following us, or else don't blame me for being rude." After speaking, he grabbed Song Yan Ning's hand and walked ahead.
Qin Yushen's icy tone, coupled with his winter-cold stare, sent a chill down Jiang Weiwei's spine. She couldn't help but rub her arms. Even though it was midsummer, she felt as if she had suddenly returned to winter.
"Do you want to get on the boat?" The staff arranging tourists on the boat saw Jiang Weiwei unresponsive and asked.
Jiang Weiwei came to her senses and let out a long sigh, looking at Song Yan Ning and Qin Yushen, who had already boarded the boat and left the dock. She shook her head in disappointment, "I won't take the boat." She had wanted to get on the boat just to get to know that young man, but she hadn't managed to get his phone number, let alone know his name.
