A warmth spread through Su Zhenghao’s chest. For the past month, he had grown accustomed to constant derision, but here, back in his family home, he felt only the familiar comfort of his parents’ love.
“Su Jiancheng, it seems Su Zhenghao really is an immortal’s disciple! Your Sixth Brother must have been blind to say such harsh things. I hope you won’t take my words to heart. You know me—I have a sharp tongue but a soft heart. It was all for Su
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