```
Hearing this, Lin Gaoyuan fell into a slight contemplation before suddenly realizing something. A smile appeared on his face, and he nodded, saying, "You're right."
Then he opened his safe and took out a brocade box. Upon opening the box, the scent of medicine wafted out.
Inside, as expected, lay a Ginseng King with invaluable worth, its age no less than one hundred and fifty years.
Chen Feng's eyes lit up but, out of politeness, he still asked, "Uncle Lin, are you really giving me this Ginseng King?"
"I have no use for it anyway, and if it weren't for Churan reminding me, I would have forgotten about this thing. Since I've taken it out, you might as well have it," Lin Gaoyuan said indifferently.
Seeing Chen Feng still hesitant, Lin Churan urged, "Aren't you going to accept it quickly?"
After speaking, as if she feared her father might change his mind, Lin Churan picked up the box and pushed it into Chen Feng's hands.