Little Chen, who was washing rice, looked somewhat puzzled at Ling Feng, who was laughing heartily. She didn't understand why her benefactor suddenly appeared so delirious.
"Benefactor... what's this for?"
Ling Feng, unable to hide his joy, immediately went over to hold Little Chen's hand: "Thank you, Little Chen, thank you for your words, and thank your father, he truly is a wise man."
"Ah, no need to thank me, benefactor, actually I didn't understand what you meant, but as long as you're happy..."
Ling Feng finally realized he had lost his composure a bit, so he quickly released Little Chen's hand and coughed twice: "Sorry, sorry, I was too excited, hope I didn't scare you."
Little Chen quickly waved her hand: "No, no, although I don't quite know what you're so happy about, if the benefactor's happy then Little Chen is happy too."
Ling Feng glanced at the girl's eyes, and his heart warmed. It had been a long time since he felt such pure joy from someone else.
