"Okay, I won't cry. I won't cry. I'm a man, I can't cry." When Mrs. Song came over to comfort him, even telling him to be good, Song Shuiping knew he had to save face. He couldn't cry anymore.
"Is there really a need to cry like this?" the Ancestor of Blood Refinement sighed, looking at the Ginsengfruit in his palm. "This is just an ordinary Ginsengfruit."
So that's what it's called? A Ginsengfruit? Mrs. Song thought, nodding.
But Song Shuiping was no longer thinking about that. His body shook as he felt the blow of those words, and he exclaimed, "What do you mean, ordinary Ginsengfruit? Is it ordinary? No, it's not simple at all! You don't know, but if you eat enough of this stuff, you might even develop an Acquired Constitution."
