Xiaocong wasn't usually easily scared.
But even he was frightened now, yet he didn't want to change the channel, clutching the pillow in his arms tightly as he curled up on the sofa to continue watching anxiously.
With the rumbling thunder, Lin Xinlan grew more and more impatient.
She dialed Rong Shaoze's phone number, which rang continually in the car without being answered.
Her uneasiness grew.
Had something happened to Rong Shaoze? Why wasn't he answering the phone?
Hadn't he said that he would be back soon?
Lin Xinlan had a bad feeling, fearing that something had happened to him.
Meanwhile, by the seaside, Rong Shaoze had swum in the sea for a long time before he finally managed to bring Du Ruoxin to shore with great effort.
Du Ruoxin's complexion was white; she had fainted.
Rong Shaoze was also drained, but his physical strength was good; this ordeal was not enough to make him pass out.