"As long as it works, anyway, I don't have so much stuff that a ring can't fit."
Liu Zheng shrugged and said.
"You brat, pretending to be poor in front of me."
The Pond Master sneered.
Just as he was about to explain that's not his intention, the Pond Master spoke again.
"Salmon, give him that item."
"Alright, meow."
San Huamao pulled out a rusty iron needle from its waist pouch.
"What does this mean?"
Liu Zheng was puzzled.
"I don't believe in deep friendship, only in fair trade. If you take my item, you must promise to take care of Salmon within these 24 hours."
The Pond Master said.
"No problem, I promise you, these 24 hours I'll definitely take care of Salmon, sharing blessings and shouldering difficulties for it."
He responded cheerfully.
"No way, we're friends, blessings should be shared together, meow."
San Huamao said seriously.
"You little trickster."
Liu Zheng was touched at first, then couldn't help but laugh, flicking its nose lightly.
