"Zhou Jie, what are you doing? Get up." Xu Ke noticed the gazes drifting over from around them and reached out to pull Zhou Jie, but she backed away to avoid it.
"I don't know what kind of luck I had in my past life to meet such great people like you and your wife. I'm just an insignificant person and have nothing to repay you with, but the kindness you've shown us is etched in our hearts. If, if Xiaojie can get through this hurdle and survive, my daughter and I will never refuse to help you whenever you need us." As Zhou Jie finished, she started to kowtow to Xu Ke and Lin Mengyao. They couldn't stop her, and Xu Ke didn't dare use force for fear of hurting Zhou Jie. All they could do was watch as Zhou Jie kowtowed repeatedly, only stopping when bruises appeared on her forehead.
When Zhou Jie finally stopped, both Xu Ke and Lin Mengyao breathed a sigh of relief. Xu Ke was fine, but Lin Mengyao's temples were already beaded with sweat.
