"You're being condemned, tsk tsk." Zhao Lei said gloatingly, "Hundreds of rich people have already placed bets in gold, but alas, not one of them thinks you'll win."
Li Yao blinked in surprise, then quickly regained his composure, saying, "This is the perfect chance to win big. If you trust me, place your bet on me. Can't you even figure that out? Are you dumb?"
"Oh yeah, why didn't I think of that?" An enlightened look washed over Zhao Lei's face.
"I also placed a bet of ten gold. If you lose, you'll have to pay me," said Guardian Angel gleefully.
"I'll spill the beans, he has a small stash of money tucked away in his bedside table drawer." Zhao Lei informed the Fruit Knight.
The Fruit Knight gave Guardian Angel a sharp look, causing her to wilt instantly, "Cough cough, this is the salary I just received."
"It's mid-month," the Fruit Knight said indifferently.
