"Dad, everything is already resolved, why are you still sighing?"
Zhang Shuniang helped Zhang Yan into the bedroom, then went to pour a cup of tea and brought it back, handing it to him. Seeing him sighing from time to time, she couldn't help but speak up and advise.
"Ah..."
Zhang Yan held the teacup, lowered his head, and subconsciously blew on the leaves to drink some hot tea, only to discover that what he was given was a cup of cold water, so he set it aside and sighed,
"Owing favors is like owing debts. The debt of gratitude I owe this time is too large, I don't even know how I'll be able to repay it in the future... Thinking it over, the only worthy skill I can offer is the Featherweight Talisman, but it depends on whether he wants to learn it or not."
After saying this, he sighed again.
This was his most prized skill.
It was what he relied on to make a living.
