He gave Anning a warning, then went back into the cabin, took out his luggage, and waited to disembark.
Ji Anning, full of anticipation, had a bucket of cold water thrown over her. She reined in her eagerness and withdrew her gaze, lowering her eyelids.
As soon as the yacht docked, Ji Jingfeng immediately jumped ashore and walked into the island on his own.
Ji Anning was still brewing, still melancholic, wondering how to face Yang Yufang, what to call her, when the yacht's pilot took out her luggage.
"Miss Anning."
Ji Anning's train of thought was interrupted, and she looked at the approaching pilot with a faint voice, "I'll take it."
She reached out to take it.
The pilot said with a smile, "The Young Master instructed me to escort you and Young Master Jingfeng to the island."
Upon hearing this, Ji Anning pursed her lips, retracted her hand, and turned to get off the bed.
