C302 Sima Wen's Little Wits

"No way, how could I possibly forget?"

Han Feng vehemently shook his head, denying any lapse in memory. How could he ever forget this day?

The grass mud horse eyed him with skepticism, convinced that without its reminder, Han Feng would have certainly forgotten.

"Speaking of which, do you think you stand a chance of winning this wager?"

The grass mud horse couldn't resist asking once more