บท 158: One hundred forty-eight, this banquet is piping hot!

Sangmo was tongue-tied, thinking to herself: Could this guy still have feelings for me? Then I shouldn't have come today.

Chishui Huang lowered his head in dejection, "How I wish you were here to snatch the bride today."

She sighed silently in her heart and patted his arm with earnest concern, "Be nicer to her."

Chishui Huang kept a stern face and did not respond.

Sangmo took out the wedding gift she had prepared, "I still hope you can be happy."

Chishui Huang didn't accept it, and Sangmo revealed a helpless smile, took out the item from the brocade box—it was an iron ring inlaid with a Fire Elemental Spiritual Stone, "Stop being temperamental. This is a spiritual stone I spent half my savings to find. Mounted on your sword, it will make you invincible."

As she spoke, she put the iron ring back into the brocade box and then shoved it into his hands.