[215] Did this money come too fast? _1

Tang Feng embraced a large platter of chips.

Among them, three were worth a million each, ten worth a hundred thousand each, and an additional hundred worth ten thousand each—it was a full platter.

"I really don't know how to play; I'm afraid I'll lose it all in a bit," he hesitated, looking towards Zhou Bingrui.

"No worries, my dad just gave me ten million, so it doesn't matter even if I lose all of it. As long as I tell him I lost it with you, he definitely won't say anything. He might even be happy about it," Zhou Bingrui didn't conceal his plan and shared it with him.

Tang Feng wanted to say more.

But Bingrui couldn't hold back his itching hand and, holding a platter of chips, dashed to a gambling table.

Left with no choice, Tang Feng casually approached another table.

This table was for playing "Golden Flower," and it was already piled high with a large amount of chips—at a rough count, at least several hundred thousand.