Chapter Two Hundred and Ninety-Three
"Poker, let's play with small stakes, starting at 20, and capping at 100," Lin Xiao suggested.
"Capping at 100 is still small for you? We usually play with just 10. Rich folks really are different," the classmates around him complimented.
"That big, huh? Maybe we should just cap at 10." Xiaoshan feigned reluctance.
"Big Brother Xiaoshan, you're so bad."
Xu Le giggled into Xiaoshan's ear like a little fox, clearly aware that Xiaoshan was doing it on purpose. Xiaoshan could summon all the luxury cars in the county with just a phone call; 100 yuan was nothing to him. Her warm breath tickled Xiaoshan's ear and made his heart itch.
"Playing for 10 is bullshit. We're all adults here. Mr. Li, Liu Ming, don't you agree?" Lin Xiao, seeing Xiaoshan and Xu Le being so close, felt even more jealous and suggested with a meaningful glance.
Li Zhijun laughed, "I don't have that much change in my bag, let's just stick to 100."
