Ling Zhenfei was truly helpless, and said, "Don't tell me all this useless stuff. You can't die here, so can I die here? Don't I have family and friends?
Doesn't anyone need me? Alright, I don't want to say more nonsense to you. Since this has already happened, there's nothing more I can say. I wish you luck."
Emelin said, "Mr. Ling, I really am very sorry. This time, I have something extremely important, and if it gets done, I'm willing to repay you with everything I have."
Ling Zhenfei replied, "No need to repay me. I couldn't afford it anyway. Just promise me you won't let me run into you again. As long as I don't encounter you, I won't be so unlucky."
Emelin's voice carried a note of sobbing as she said, "I know you no longer believe me, but I still want to say, I'm not someone who doesn't know how to be grateful. Even if I die, in my next life I will repay you tirelessly."
Ling Zhenfei didn't want to talk to Emelin anymore; he had suffered enough deceit already.
