บท 142: One hundred thirty-two, master, let go of that cup.

The next day, Sangmo didn't get up until the sun was already three poles high and slowly made her way down the mountain.

Upon reaching the foot of Qingya Peak, she saw Chishui Huang waiting at the crossroads with big and small packages in hand.

He greeted her with a beaming smile, "Sister, have you arrived?"

Surprised, Sangmo pointed to the packages in his hands and asked, "What are you doing with all that?"

Chishui Huang hoisted the parcels onto his shoulder, "This is my first time accompanying Sister to meet Uncle, how could I not bring some gifts?"

"Since Changli Mountain doesn't have any house servants or the like, I had to bring it myself."

Sangmo was puzzled in her heart but didn't say much else.

By the time the two arrived at the Su Family in Lingzhou, it was already the afternoon.

Old Master Su was surprisingly waiting early at the dock.

Sangmo couldn't believe it, thinking to herself: Could I have misunderstood him?