Leng Muchen's words were easy to say, but Qin Yafu was sitting on his seat, like a needle felt, sweating in the palm. Does she play cards right now?

She didn't even know the mahjong cards. She felt that she had just sat down for less than ten minutes before sending them off. She had lost none of them.

Leng Muchen was drinking and smoking happily. He didn't care about the money. He could afford to lose more. He just wanted to make her not so bored, but he could see that the woman had no talent for it.

Qin Yafeng put the brass again. At this moment, she really...