734, ate spinach (first update)

The gambling house owner listed Chu Jin's name only to mock her.

Unexpectedly, there really were people who chose Chu Jin.

"The child likes her," said the young mother with a smile, "It's fine, uncle, it's not a lot of money anyway."

The middle-aged uncle shook his head helplessly, "That's still real money though."

The youngsters nowadays, who knows what's on their minds.

They don't listen to the advice of their elders and suffer the consequences right before their eyes.

"1 million, I choose Chu Jin." Mo Qingyi left the audience seats and placed a bet on the spot, joining in on the fun.

"2 million, I bet on Chu Jin to win." A man nearby placed all his chips on Chu Jin's name.

The surrounding crowd was about to erupt.

They all laughed, wondering where these two fools came from to actually choose Chu Jin!

The intelligence of anyone who chose Chu Jin could probably equate to that of a three-year-old child.