When Lu Jianlin made his way over, he thought that they would separate from each other.
However, to his surprise, his son who had previously attached great importance to his image, was holding onto Zi Yi without the intention of letting her go.
Lu Jianlin's expression turned stern and just as he was about to educate them, Lu Jingye suddenly whispered, "Father, Yiyi is asleep."
Lu Jianlin was surprised. He suddenly recalled that she was just an eighteen-year-old young lady and she had not managed to get a wink of sleep the entire night. Not to mention, she had modified weapons and thought of ways to take care of the pirates. Without a doubt, she would be tired.
His expression finally softened.
He subconsciously lowered his voice. "Let her sleep for an hour. We'll set off in an hour's time.
"No need."
Lu Jingye held her waist with one hand and bent down to pick her up swiftly without waking her.
