"I'm leaving first, thank you."
After thanking Rong Feifan, she turned and walked toward the dock, still feeling nauseous, covering her mouth and dry heaving as she walked.
Looking very weak from all the exertion, Rong Feifan followed her with concern, "It's so late, why are you going to the dock?"
"I have something to deal with." Ji Anning replied absentmindedly to Rong Feifan, her gaze drifting towards the distance where a small yacht was moored all alone, its lights shining.
That must be the yacht prepared by Ji Jingfeng.
With that thought, she couldn't help but hasten her steps. As she nearly reached the yacht, Rong Feifan was still following her. She stopped, looked at him, and said, "Thank you for bringing me here, but I really have urgent matters to attend to. I've arranged to meet a friend."
"So late, your boyfriend?"