Su Qi stared at her blankly.
It was as if he could see her, standing in front of him, blocking the blow from the drunkard that had beaten him to a pulp.
He squeezed the potato he was holding a little tighter as a warm stream flowed through his heart, "Thank you, Master."
"Why call me Master? It sounds weird, just call me Sister Yan," Shen Yanhe frowned and said.
The usually indifferent Su Qi revealed a faint smile, "Sister God."
He still didn't call her sister.
Because in his heart, Shen Yanhe was the god who repeatedly pulled him out of the mire and saved him.
Shen Yanhe: "..."
What kind of cringey name is that?
Well, if the kid likes it, let him call me whatever he wants.
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By the time Shen Yanhe and Su Qi returned to the campsite, it had already gotten dark.
Song Shiwei, Luo Yao, and Yu Jiao had struggled to set up two tents.
