Mo Jingshen Stopped His Steps, His Handsome Face Deadpan
Biên tập viên: Henyee Translations
When they finished playing Mahjong, that man got up and also went to Rong Cheng. Watching Ji Nuan count her chips attentively, Xiao Luye puffed smoke rings and mocked how childish she was.
"Only several million makes you so happy?"
"Yes, money makes me happy." Ji Nuan put away the chips with a smile. "I won so much money merely by playing several rounds of Mahjong. It's really easy money compared with the money I earned by flying all over China, talking business, and signing contracts. Why can't it make me happy?"
Xiao Luye sneered and was about to get up when two dozen chips were thrown to him. He paused and took a look at it.
"These are what you just gave me, plus the interests." Ji Nuan said, got up, and left the table.
Xiao Luye: "…"
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This room was very large with several compartments. It was luxurious and well-equipped.