Su Chen nodded, he did not refuse. Zhao Funí's character was indeed quite good, sincere, and grateful, not considered a bad person. He could feel Zhao Funí's sincerity.
"Lingxi, Lingxi, my Lingxi..." Subsequently, Zhao Funí suddenly hugged Zhao Lingxi tightly, hugging her with all her might, crying like a child.
As one of the top-level old monsters of the Great Luo Heaven, being so visibly emotional was indeed a bit strange.
Su Chen appreciated this kind of character, such people could be befriended deeply.
"Aunt, you have worked hard all these years." Zhao Lingxi also cried like a child. For many years, because of her strange illness, her aunt, the supreme old monster of Great Luo Heaven, always ran around just to prolong her life, which made her feel very distressed.
