Chang Kong raised his hand to catch the gift that Ling Xiaoyue had thrown over.
Although it was wrapped beautifully, Chang Kong knew immediately what it was as soon as he touched it.
Another sword grinding stone.
Even though Chang Kong had no expectations for Ling Xiaoyue's gifts anymore, a vein still pulsed on her forehead.
She had almost forgotten how many sword grinding stones she had received, and these stones were likely just randomly picked up from some riverbank.
That bastard must be here to make fun of her on purpose.
Looking at Ling Xiaoyue's smiling face, Chang Kong had an urge to throw the stone in her face.
Being able to make the usually calm and composed Chang Kong angry, Ling Xiaoyue was indeed quite something.
Ling Xiaoyue swaggered into the room and sat down in front of Chang Kong.
"Don't look so upset, come on, I'll treat you to a meal."
With a wave of her sleeve, two jugs of wine and several bowls of hot side dishes appeared on the table.
