Old Luo agreed as well. Yet every time he put on his gear and wanted to go into the sea, he would meet Lu Ao's cold, beautiful eyes from afar.
Old Luo and the others were all somewhat afraid of Lu Ao. Perhaps Lu Ao's reputation was too great, or perhaps the chill he seemed to radiate made him seem difficult to provoke.
Before putting on his gear each time, Old Luo would persuade himself that he did not need to care about Lu Ao's opinion and could simply go into the sea.
Yet the moment he saw Lu Ao, that tiny bit of courage vanished without a trace.
He instinctively sensed danger.
Old Luo put his gear on and took it off, then put it on again. After hesitating for a long time, he still did not dare enter the water.
Lu Ao sat on the deck, leaning against the railing, his eyes fixed on Old Luo as he paced back and forth across the deck. He was in a thoroughly mediocre mood.
He had originally arranged for Song Zhou to come over that night.
They could have slept together, holding each other, on their own boat that night.
But Old Luo still harbored ill intentions. Lu Ao had no choice but to watch over the manatees below; he was afraid the other side would poach them.
No matter how much he wanted a date, Lu Ao could only let it go for now.
He called Song Zhou, briefly explained the situation, and then continued watching Old Luo and the others.
That night, most people did not sleep, especially Old Luo and Zhou Mingyi.
The two spent the entire night communicating with the company, until their voices were hoarse.
It was not until after four in the morning that