"Perhaps, hehe."
Qi Qingyao was not even a bit upset about this. Her mood was still warm like a spring's breeze.
She stared at the man in front of her who was practically enthusing over the dice cup and it reminded her of when she used to be a bookie in a casino, of how she saw the gamblers, coming and going as they sat at the gambling table with excitement. They had stared at the dice cup enthusiastically, looking forward to the instant of turning it over during the gambling session. Most of the time, however, the gamblers would win once and lose nine times while the banker took all.
Those who won money from the casino were only one in a million.
While she might look like a gambler today, she was in fact, the banker.
Zhang Tieyuan opened the dice cup, gaze feverish, after shaking the dice cup.
Then, he slapped the table excitedly.
"Two, four, six, twelve on the high. I can't even lose if I wanted to!"
