Xiao Yu's smile carried a touch of unruly charm as his gaze leisurely swept over them. Stroking his chin with a soft chuckle, he said, "You're always so composed, it's quite annoying to watch."
Mo Shiqian was not the type to gamble without assurance, something Xiao Yu understood well, even though the two women seemed to have slim chances of winning.
Chi Huan, the fallen mayor's daughter, had devoted all her energy in past years to Mou Xigu and acting—she couldn't possibly be adept at gambling.
As for the other one...
First impressions ranked in order: white, beautiful, an air of nobility from a scholarly family, detached.
If Chi Huan was a rich and captivating flower of the world, sly and charming, then this woman seemed to have no trace of worldly concerns, her eyes calmly indifferent.
But obviously... she seemed even less likely to be a gambler than Chi Huan.
