Yao Lu's worry and anxiety froze instantly, replaced by an incredibly complex expression.
They were anxious about the rescuers' situation, hurriedly coming for aid, only to be greeted by such circumstances.
The crowd was in an uproar.
"What's going on here?"
"Come for a vacation here."
"Well, at least they don't need comfort now."
The boats docked, and people disembarked one after another, stepping on the soft sand, approaching the rescuers.
Having already noticed the boats docking, the rescuers stood up, and both groups quickly gathered.
Yao Lu's gaze flashed, she briefly scanned the uninjured people, skipping pleasantries and getting straight to the point: "Tell us about the situation back then."
The leader of the rescuers seemed a bit embarrassed; he scratched his head and replied irrelevantly: "Sorry for causing you trouble, everything was smooth at first."
Rescuers becoming the ones needing rescue, this situation would embarrass anyone.
