By the time Chaochao changed her clothes and took a nap, an hour had already passed.

Five groups of adults and children stood neatly on the deck and noticed that the yacht had slowly come to a stop.

Why has the boat stopped?

Director Zou revealed a cunning (crossed out) yet benevolent smile, "Because you've run out of gas money."

Hao Guoli stared in surprise: "The gas cost isn't included for the return trip?"

Director Zou nodded with a smile.

Everyone: "…………"

The production team is still as stingy as ever.

Living too comfortably is not right; this is what was waiting for all along.

Wu Shang frowned: "Then how do we get back?"

"Don't worry, we won't let you swim back." Director Zou laughed and then pointed to two fishing boats that suddenly appeared next to the yacht, like the shadows cast by the luxury yacht on the sea.

"…………"

hehe.

The production team really went to great lengths to create this mess. Don't those two fishing boats need to pay for fuel?

Ignoring the resentful looks in everyone's eyes, Director Zou waved his hand and beckoned them: "Alright, please get on the boat now. Don't worry, these two fishing boats are very sturdy and will stand for ten years even if they are battered by wind and rain."

Although they are both fishing boats, these two are much sturdier than the fishing boats that the fathers used to go out to sea in the early morning.

Two fishing boats carrying guests are setting off back to shore.

Chaochao, Leibao, and Leo's families sat on the same fishing boat. Compared to the bitterness in the adults' hearts, the children were mostly curious about the new mode of transportation, touching and exploring everything, and clearly accepting it well.

The sea was calm and the fishing boats sailed steadily.

Suddenly, several small fish leaped out of the water and hopped into the boat.

The fish tail thrashed against the wooden board with a series of sharp, muffled sounds, as if foreshadowing something.