"I'm placing a bet too." Ma Ta hastily took out his spirit currency and gave it to the manager.
Qi Xuanxuan, the little fatty, and even Duanmu Qing and the others each took out a sack of spirit currency and handed it to Manager Tang. "We're betting on Qiaoqiao's victory too."
They've gone crazy…
Even though these people might be his young sir's friends, Manager Tang felt like their intellect was not on the same level as the young sir's.
Why did it seem like these young sirs and ladies were crackpots…
How come they were all obsessed with placing this bet?
Manager Tang went to place the bets with the spirit currency he received, while his footsteps were a bit shaky when he left.
Qi Xuanxuan giggled. "Look at his foolish expression. He's looking at us like we're fools, yet he doesn't know that he's the foolish one."
Qiao Mu looked at them silently. "How much did you wager?"
