This President Quan is an Experienced Swindler

After the Quan father and son duo left, Mo Ting turned around and looked at Tangning. With a doting and helpless voice he asked, "You agreed so quickly. Aren't you afraid of losing?"

"I know how to play Texas Hold'em Poker," Tangning replied. "With me here, you don't need to make a move."

"But playing around is this spoilt rich kid's strength. Are you sure you can win?"

"You won't allow me to lose," Tangning lowered her head and took a deep breath. "Don't ask me why I know how to play poker, it's all in the past. Tonight, I simply want to put up a fight for you. Can you let me do that?" Tangning asked as she grabbed onto Mo Ting's sleeve.

Mo Ting tilted his head, looked at her delicate right hand and laughed, "Do I have the ability to refuse?"

"But, what if I lose..."

"Then, I will take it on for you and lose on your behalf."

Tangning couldn't help but laugh, "Trust me, just this once."