Su Nancheng weakly said, "I owe him thirty million."
"Initially, this mister lost only fifteen million, but after comparing their numbers, he lost another fifteen million." The banker explained.
Shen Qianshu cursed loudly inside but maintained her dominance and handsomeness on the surface. If looks could kill, Su Nancheng would have already died by now. This cheap brother really screwed the pooch this time.
Tang En pointed at Su Nancheng and asked, "How is he related to you?"
"My brother."
"You guys don't look alike."
"He was picked up from the streets."
Shen Qianshu only wanted to quickly settle the matter and quickly leave this place. She would be doomed if she was recognized by someone. After all, this place was out of bounds to women. If they knew that a woman won from them for three consecutive years, she would be 'minced' to death by Ghost City.
"Pay me back thirty million, and I will let him go."
