Tong Zhen, who had been silent until then, heard Lin Mo's words and stared straight at him, suddenly thinking of something.
The night before, by the coast of Qinghai, the storm had swept in with thunder crashing down. She had been watching television in her seaside villa, but the commotion on the coast grew too intense, so she took a pair of binoculars and stood by her bed to look out, vaguely seeing a figure standing on the surface of the sea.
But because the distance was too great, she couldn't clearly see who it was standing on the sea surface, but now, seeing Lin Mo's figure seemed to resemble one of the people she saw, though she wasn't too sure.
"Mr. Du, are you alright?"
"Mr. Du, what's wrong with you?"
At that moment, several people who were on good terms with Du Cheng hurried forward to help him up. Du Cheng's face was greatly swollen, resembling a pig's head.
