"Mr. Chen, why go to such lengths?" Zhang Chen hurriedly helped Chen Ping up.
"Zhang, you are my benefactor, like a reborn parent to me!" Chen Ping's voice was filled with excitement.
Upon hearing Chen Ping's words, Zhang Chen's eyes showed a hint of emotion: "It's still because of the good karma you sowed with your kind heart! If you hadn't saved me back then, we never would have met."
Zhang Chen was telling the truth; in this dog-eat-dog world, kind people are scarce, and kind nobles even scarcer.
"All I did back then was give you a piece of bread; how could that compare to the creation you've given me today?" Chen Ping clutched Zhang Chen's hand, his voice full of excitement.
"Let's not speak of that. We're good brothers, and such polite words make us seem distant. Let's go have a drink together." Zhang Chen pulled Chen Ping into the house, then instructed the servants to set out wine, and the two drank heartily again.
