Too Early to Be Happy

Faced with Shan Yue's twenty, the manager did not show any panic on his face. He turned to look at the cards in his hand, and then his harsh laughter echoed throughout the office. He said in a mocking tone, "Miss, you're still too young."

With that, the manager slapped his cards on the table. It was exactly an eight. The total number of bids for the three rounds was exactly 21 points, winning Shan Yue by a point.

He gathered all the chips in front of Shan Yue. The manager's lips curled up. "Thank you, Miss. Victory and defeat are common in war. Then I'll accept your billion yuan on behalf of our casino."

"You can't be happy so early." Shan Yue's face was teasing, and her eyes were cold. "Do you really think I didn't see what you did after you turned around?"

As soon as these words were spoken, the manager was instantly stunned. The smile on his face froze like a wax statue at this moment.

"What did you say? There's no evidence to—"