Accept Defeat

"Two sixes and three fives. Your luck is too good!" Chen Wei widened his eyes and shouted loudly. He was so excited that it was as if she had not clinched a small dice throw, but a 50 billion grand prize.

Fang Han's confidence also increased a little. She put on a posture of holding her head high and puffed out her chest again. She sneered smugly, "It's your turn. I can't wait to see someone kneel down and toast me!"

"Heh." Even Shi Man, who had always been expressionless, could not help but smile at Fang Han's stupidity. She was not in a hurry to open the lid. Instead, she crossed her legs and looked at her calmly. "How about we bet on something bigger in the next round?"

"What are we betting on?" Fang Han thought that she had already won, so she naturally would not reject her suggestion.

Satisfied, Shi Man gently placed her hand on the lid. The moment she lifted the lid, her cold words pierced everyone's eardrums. "I'll bet a slap on the next round."