Wu Qian's figure could not be compared to Yin Shuiling's.
"President Yin, you really have such good taste. Your picks aren't bad, haha."
The service staff continued to deal the cards. Big Boss Biao looked over at Yin Muchen, and with a dangerous voice, he said, "Haha, President Yin, it seems that you are still unable to forget about this old love Miss Yin. Forget it. If you are unable to forget her, tell us honestly, haha."
The cigarette in Yin Muchen's right hand was still burning. Big Boss Biao's words stirred up trouble, and he had a very good chance of not making it back from this trap today.
But the expression on his face was just like usual. He did not even have a frown on his face. He noticed that Big Boss Biao was already flipping the card, and his right hand that he held his cigarette suddenly covered the card Big Boss Biao had.
Big Boss Biao's face froze, and he said, "President Yin, what do you mean by this?"
