When Liu Zhizhong swam to Zuo Xintong's side, she was already freezing, and she had lost her fishing rod.
But when Liu Zhizhong grabbed her in his arms, she was still reaching out with both hands toward the fishing rod carried away by the big fish, trembling and shouting, "Fish... fish~~~ oh... fish... oh..."
Liu Zhizhong was caught between laughter and tears, holding her as he swam back and calling out, "What fish are you talking about? Aren't you cold? First, get to the shore, Mayor Zuo..."
It was then Zuo Xintong realized something, being held by this strong man, he was swimming so fast.
Yet she was stubborn, "Cold, yes. But what about the fish? The fish will get away..."
"Don't worry, the hook is set firmly, it will bring the rod to the shore. The buoyancy of the rod will exhaust its strength, then we can collect the fish..."
"Oh oh..." Only then did Zuo Xintong feel at ease, saying "oh oh" twice, and started trembling, constantly complaining about the cold.
