130 Points of Good Luck

"F * ck! F * ck!"

Cai Mao immediately jumped up and pulled his father who was watching from the side."Dad, quickly help my Sister Yao calculate how many rounds she has in this game.

Big three yuan plus word color, plus touch Hu, plus Haidilaoyue, plus open bar plus dark bar, plus dealer, plus self-touch."

Cai Mao counted as he counted. He was indeed not as fast as Father Cai and the others who often played mahjong.

"188," said Cai's father with a smile."

"Sister Yao, she's a new mahjong player. She's only played one round, but she's already so good. There's hope for her to win back my pocket money."

Cai Mao laughed happily, his expression changing.

Father Cai and the rest of the adults who had been watching the whole process were all stunned by Li Muyao's mahjong. Such good luck was simply amazing.