Zhao Xi looked at Lan Jing's dejected face and thought that she was afraid. He couldn't help but say with concern, " "Little girl, are you alright? You don't look too good. Yingluo, why don't you just admit defeat now and we'll stop the bet?"
The basketball referee rolled his eyes in his heart. Only a fool would pause a game that she had a 100% chance of winning.
She grinned and looked at Zhao Xi. there's no need for that, young master Zhao. I'll finish what I started. Since I've decided to gamble, I won't regret it even if I lose.
In Zhao Xi's eyes, her determined smile was purely forced and she was trying to show off.
Zhao Xi touched Lan Jing's forehead with a little tenderness, then called his stone appraisal consultant to bring the second gambling stone over and prepare to cut it.
After LAN xingbo's happiness, he became even more dispirited. His head drooped, and he shrank to Lan Jing's side. He said somewhat dejectedly.
