Mo Cheng Yun took out ten thousand Yuan and bet on Lan Xiao.
He chuckled and returned to brother Jiang's side. "Brother Jiang, who did you bet on?"
Brother Jiang had a cigarette in his mouth. Through the mist, he looked at Lan Xiao, whose eyes were full of confidence.
Then, he took out a card from his pocket and handed it to mo chengyun.
"Help me bet one million on Lan Xiao's win."
Mo Cheng Yun's mouth twitched. Eleven million, that was a hundred times difference.
He was regretting that he had bet too little.
……
At first, song Qiaoqiao used a very relaxed attitude to identify it, but later, her brows were tightly furrowed and never relaxed again.
Half an hour later, everyone saw song Qiaoqiao holding a pen and paper. She stood between the two paintings, looking left and right.
He looked as if he was hesitating to make a difficult decision.
