competing with your grandmaster in calligraphy? are you looking to die?

"why is it impossible?" leng rongrong casually leaned back. " mr. yan, right? i forgot to tell you, i won against a gambling king in las vegas before i was ten years old. "

"you ... you're the child prodigy?" mr. yan stood up from his chair and took a step back, looking at leng rongrong in disbelief.

" he's not a child prodigy. he's just lucky. " leng rongrong shrugged.

"no, you're not just lucky." mr. yan looked at leng rongrong deeply and took out his card. " if you agree to the bet, you must accept the loss. the money in this card is yours. " i really didn't expect the young miss of the nineteenth floor to have such a background."

after saying that, the gentleman turned around and left.

leaving behind the dumbfounded spectators.

he had a background?

what was his background?

didn't they say that a person from the countryside was an actor?

what kind of background could he have?