After their people left, the salvage cars and boats Jin Mobei had sent earlier had arrived.
Ye Gushen had just been beaten, and his once fair face was now swollen and bruised in several places, even worse than when Li Xingle had been beaten before.
The sky gradually brightened.
The faint light illuminated the rippling sea.
Ye Gushen's dark eyes were deep and cold, staring at the salvage boat.
Lin Shang stood behind him.
The boss's current figure really looks pitiful.
He couldn't imagine how much pain there was in his heart.
If what Jin Mobei said was true, then the boss not only lost his wife but also his unborn child!
The boss has become all alone!
"Boss, rest assured, Jin Mobei is surely lying to us! Madam couldn't possibly be dead!"
"Crap! I misspoke, Madam must be fine!"
Ye Gushen's heart was sometimes turbulent, other times calm like a dead pool of water.
Jin Mobei spoke way too seriously.
And coincidentally, he received the news and hurried over.
