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It was surprisingly pleasant here. Shen Jing had no idea which sea they were in. There wasn't a drop of rain. The yacht's interior was spacious, its crystal chandeliers refracting dazzling light.

"Miss Shen," an attendant reminded her, "we should change our clothes first. Mr. Zhou is chatting with friends on the terrace, and it wouldn't be quite appropriate for you to go over like this."

Right. How clean their surroundings were. How fastidious they were.

Shen Jing sneered and went to the restroom. She unzipped her raincoat, took it off, and handed it to the attendant. Wearing a raincoat in here was indeed improper and foolish.

Only after freshening up did she head to the terrace sofa area.