Chapter 112: There is Always Knocking at the Door
Everyone saw what happened.
But it didn't bring any feelings to the people at the table.
The winners thought their luck was booming and firmly believed they wouldn't end up in that situation.
The losers were even more absorbed, their eyes bloodshot as they stared at the card table.
Only Yue Jiannan, who had things weighing on his mind, watched this scene, feeling numb from the spine up.
Mao Hui used to be a young man envied by the village, the only child in his family, exceptionally loved by his parents, which made others jealous of his life.
But now he looked just like his mother described, like trash stuck in the mud.
After someone helped Mao Hui away, You Zhichao greeted people in the room with a smile again.
"Let's continue, don't lose the fun."
Human joys and sorrows do not convey, no one took Mao Hui's situation to heart, at most, they casually lamented his poor luck, wondering if he didn't wash his hands after using the restroom.