Hey, you stepped on my foot. Lin Xiaoman rolled his eyes and nudged the silly guy next to him who was looking down at his phone. This guy was at least 1.85 Meters tall. He stood next to her like a wall, but his eyes were not clear. Ah? Oh, sorry. The silly guy raised his head, revealing a fairly upright face, but his black-rimmed glasses looked a bit dull. The boat was shaking so hard that I couldn't stand still. Damn it, the ship hasn't sailed yet. Lin Xiaoman didn't bother to argue with him, so he picked up his old canvas bag and squeezed into the cabin. The bag was not big, but it was extremely heavy. It contained all her belongings, 3,000 yuan in cash, two sets of clothes, and a folding knife for self-defense. She is twenty-two years old and can no longer survive in Jiangcheng. She heard that Xingyu Island was recruiting workers and offered 8,000 yuan a month including food and accommodation, so she signed up without saying a word. There were many people on the boat, including men, women, old and young, and all of them had an inexplicable look on their faces. Lin Xiaoman scanned around
