"why is it impossible?" leng rongrong casually leaned back. " mr. yan, right? i forgot to tell you, i won against a gambling king in las vegas before i was ten years old. "
"you ... you're the child prodigy?" mr. yan stood up from his chair and took a step back, looking at leng rongrong in disbelief.
" he's not a child prodigy. he's just lucky. " leng rongrong shrugged.
"no, you're not just lucky." mr. yan looked at leng rongrong deeply and took out his card. " if you agree to the bet, you must accept the loss. the money in this card is yours. " i really didn't expect the young miss of the nineteenth floor to have such a background."
after saying that, the gentleman turned around and left.
leaving behind the dumbfounded spectators.
he had a background?
what was his background?
didn't they say that a person from the countryside was an actor?
what kind of background could he have?
