You shameless old man!

Mo Cheng Yun took out ten thousand Yuan and bet on Lan Xiao.

He chuckled and returned to brother Jiang's side. "Brother Jiang, who did you bet on?"

Brother Jiang had a cigarette in his mouth. Through the mist, he looked at Lan Xiao, whose eyes were full of confidence.

Then, he took out a card from his pocket and handed it to mo chengyun.

"Help me bet one million on Lan Xiao's win."

Mo Cheng Yun's mouth twitched. Eleven million, that was a hundred times difference.

He was regretting that he had bet too little.

……

At first, song Qiaoqiao used a very relaxed attitude to identify it, but later, her brows were tightly furrowed and never relaxed again.

Half an hour later, everyone saw song Qiaoqiao holding a pen and paper. She stood between the two paintings, looking left and right.

He looked as if he was hesitating to make a difficult decision.