"One dollar per round, how about it?" Gu Xiaoer's big eyes sparkled as she blinked at the two men.
Han Luoli shrugged indifferently, showing no objection. How could he not know her little scheme? After all, his money was hers too; keeping her happy was all that mattered.
Wei Feng looked pleadingly at his own boss. He didn't want to gamble. With the president on one side and the president's wife on the other, should he lose or should he win?
Han Luoli turned away mercilessly, ignoring him.
A game of Fight the Landlord, with each harboring their own thoughts, began.
After several rounds with high returns, Gu Xiaoer's excited face flushed with a faint red, tirelessly squeezing the two men—one who couldn't play, and the other who dared not play.