"I want to bring her back." Mu Xingchen declared while clenching his fists.
"I will definitely bring her back home!" Mu Xingchen turned around and stared straight at his seventh uncle, Mu Jingrui, with electrifying eyes.
Mu Jingrui couldn't help but smile. He was actually only seven or eight years older than Mu Xingchen. They were uncle and nephew but were also good friends. They had always been on good terms privately too.
Mu Jingrui was relieved when saw that Mu Xingchen had calmed down and regained his reason. He nodded and said, "Of course."
Before Mu Xingchen could say anything else, raucous shouts of surprise came from the surrounding boats.
The uncle and nephew duo leaned out from the railing to look.
In the evening light, they saw schools of fish wandering back and forth around the corridor, swimming in circles.
