At this moment, Ye Han's attitude towards Chen Feng completely shifted from disdain to worship and awe.
From playing mahjong to the Mind Reading Technique, Chen Feng's performance was beyond ordinary comprehension.
"You're too kind, please, get up."
Chen Feng helped Ye Han up from the ground.
Ye Han ruffled his hair, stared at Chen Feng, excitedly and eagerly asked, "Brother, could you teach me your card-switching technique?"
"Um..."
Chen Feng was taken aback.
Of course, he couldn't teach it!
"Brother, I am willing to pay a tuition fee, just name your price," Ye Han offered, patting his chest.
"It's not a matter of money, brother. Gambling is no good. Even with my skills, I dare not make a living from it. Listen to me, give it up. Don't think about these deceitful practices," Chen Feng laughed.
"Chen Feng's right, look at you, always dreaming about God knows what. Don't touch it again in the future," Ye Tong scolded Ye Han while keeping a stern face.
