"Won, we won?" Chen Xiaoxin said in disbelief.
The number six horse in the field, with the same expression as in the last race, looked down on the fallen horses with a leisurely and disdainful face as it walked towards the finish line.
"Really won, wow, I got money." Seeing the number six horse truly cross the finish line, Chen Xiaoxin shouted out loud, too excited to control himself, almost kneeling to kiss the ground.
Watching Chen Xiaoxin's reaction, everyone else had an expression full of dark lines, just like they had eaten flies, the spitting image of a wife running off with someone else.
Damn it, how could we lose again? And in such a mysterious way.
Lin Tian didn't care about these people's expressions; he went by himself to the betting counter and collected his winning chips of ten million.
Similarly, Chen Xiaoxin also collected his one million, looking at the chips in his hand with a silly grin.