Qiuu Ming was also quite emotional, nodding repeatedly. "Brother Wen, from now on, just say the word. I, Qiuu Ming, would go through hell and high water for you."
Both of them were well aware of how precious this Rebirth Ointment was. What Wen Qingye had given them may have been just a small piece of paste, but to them, it was hope—an extension of their lives.
Yann Xiangyang watched from the side. She knew Wen Qingye must have given Qiuu Ming and Zhou Yue an incredible treasure; otherwise, they wouldn't be so emotional. Looking at Wen Qingye's back, as steady as a mountain and free as the wind, she couldn't help but feel a surge of emotions.
"You exaggerate," Wen Qingye said with a smile.
"I'm not exaggerating, not at all," Qiuu Ming said, shaking his head. Then, with a hint of joy in his eyes, he added, "Brother Wen, we're getting married in three months. You have to come and have a few drinks with us."
