Cheng Fei'er was completely panicking.
If the Hong family suddenly made a move, she was confident that she could kill her way out.
However, if it was a life-and-death gamble, she could not interfere at all.
"Ye Feng, we're not playing anymore, let's go." She hurriedly lowered her voice and begged.
"Don't worry, I won't lose." Ye Feng scratched her little nose.
Normally, she would have lost her temper, but now she was not in the mood.
Seeing how stubborn Ye Feng was, she had no other choice.
Helen looked at Ye Feng with a bright gaze. She had to admit that this man was indeed more charming than Hong Jiajun.
Especially for her, who loved the strong the most, it was simply a fatal attraction.
If she could be his woman, how blissful would that be?
She then looked at Cheng Fei'er with jealousy. Wasn't she just a little prettier than her, had a better figure, and had a higher IQ than her? How was she worthy of him?