"Don't worry, if the boat capsizes, I'll cut the line. Luoluo, bring me the diving knife and the speargun. I've already fought with this fish to this extent; I definitely won't give up so easily."
In that moment, Chu Mingcheng was a true fisherman.
Jiang Luoluo stared at him for a while and, seeing he had no intention of compromising, could only let out a helpless sigh, "I really can't do anything with you."
As a girlfriend, it was natural to worry, but Chu Mingcheng's repeated successes had earned her basic trust.
The fish was already hooked; to give up now would be regrettable for her as well.
In the end, she had no choice but to help bring over the diving knife and the speargun, placing them on the rubber dinghy, then repeatedly instructed him to be careful.
Of course, there was also a compass, in case Chu Mingcheng was dragged too far by the fish and couldn't find his bearings.