Zhao Xi was afraid of getting seasick, but she sat on the deck chair and blew the sea breeze. She looked at the financial accountant's book, and then she fell asleep instantly.
What sleeping medicine was not as effective as these books.
Maybe it was too comfortable. Perhaps these days, she was too tired and tired, forcing herself to learn things would end up like this.
When Secretary Hee woke her up, the yacht had already stopped.
Princess Island was an orphan. There was white sand, huge rocks, and the wild green trees. It gave off a very comfortable and fresh smell.
It was probably the same for the paradise. A helicopter was on the beach.
"How big is the Princess Island?"