"Stand up first."
Su Chen stretched out his hand to help her up from the ground and said gently, "It's not important to toil like a cow or a horse. You should go back and take care of your mother first. Give her the medicine as soon as possible."
Zimo's big watery eyes were filled with tears as she pitifully said, "May I know your name…"
"The Great Mystery Sect, Su Chen."
Su Chen said casually.
"I will never forget your name for the rest of my life!"
As soon as she finished speaking, before Su Chen could react, she once again knelt on the ground and kowtowed heavily.
Then, she placed her bag at Su Chen's feet. Her small dusty hands tightly clutched the spiritual herb as she ran out quickly.
"This is… Interesting."
Su Chen looked at the bag on the ground, then at Zimo who had disappeared into the crowd, shaking his head and laughing.
