Xiao Yu held his glass of wine, eyeing the quietly smoking man, "Your woman said she's tired, and instead of holding her to sleep, you're here smoking. How do you call yourself a man?"
Mo Shiqian didn't even bother to glance at him fully, casually remarking, "She's rarely in the mood to make a fuss, so let her enjoy it. As for you, believe it or not, by daybreak, you're going to lose money."
Xiao Yu narrowed his eyes and scanned the table.
Whatever Mo Shiqian could see, he could too, especially since practically all the casinos in Lancheng were under his control—he wasn't lacking that discerning eye.
Others rely on luck and technical experience when gambling, but that woman named Chu Xi, relies on memory and mental arithmetic.
With Mo Shiqian standing here watching, those few didn't even have a chance to cheat...
