"Little Yin, you have made Little Auntie very sad." Feng Fei Fei's eyes were so red that tears were about to flow.
God only knew what kind of trouble she had gone through to get a God Spirit Blood-Pulse for Feng Yin Yin. The amount of effort she must have put in could not have been described in words.
She had given up so much for Feng Yin Yin. Now, it was like someone had poured a bucket of ice over her head. It felt terrible.
If this was anyone else, it would have driven them insane. Feng Fei Fei was handling it surprisingly well.
When Feng Yin Yin saw her Auntie looking the way she was, she put out her hands and tried her best to explain. "Auntie, I am sorry. I know you have tried your hardest for me, but the God Spirit San Mu found is really good. It is better than Prophet God."