Private Gambling Table

"It doesn't matter that I don't have money. Don't you still have money? Go and change some chips for me. The more the better!" Yang Tian said haughtily.

"If you continue to stay here, your father will come looking for you personally in a while. When that happens, I'll tell your father the truth about what happened tonight," Xia Zhe said calmly.

"Are you giving me the money or not! You're so long-winded! Don't forget that if I badmouth you in front of my father, you won't be able to stay by his side anymore!" Yang Tian threatened.

Xia Zhe did not care about these threats at all. It was Yang Tian's father who needed to work with Xia Zhe, not the other way round.

"I'd advise Mr. Fang not to lend money to Mr. Yang," Qiao Mei said with a smile.

"Why?" Xia Zhe questioned.

"No matter how much you lend Mr. Yang, he will lose it to me. It's not worth it," Qiao Mei said smugly.