Mo Nanjue leaned against the railing, squinting into the distance, he saw in the abandoned spray a deep pink object, tossed back and forth by the towering waves!
With a man's sharp intuition, he could tell at a glance—it was a person!
How could there be someone?!
Mo Nanjue gestured with his hand, signalling his men to steer the yacht closer to the tide, his long body leaning slightly forward to look, the person's left hand thrown up was already a bloody red!
The left hand!
The man's eyebrows knotted, damn!
It was Tong Ran!
That damned foolish woman!
How could she be in the waves?!
Could this woman not give him some peace?!
Without a moment's hesitation, Mo Nanjue swiftly stripped off his fox fur coat, braced his hands on the railing, and with a leaping dive, plunged into the tumultuous sea!
"Good heavens!! Young Master——!!"