"Thirty-one billion."
With Song Chao Ge's bid, the atmosphere in the venue seemed to freeze, and you could hear a pin drop.
Even with He Yihui's shrewdness, she couldn't control her facial expressions at this moment, and upon hearing Song Chao Ge's bid, she furrowed her brows deeply.
Originally, the only competitors she had assumed were people like Ji Zhaohua; she hadn't factored in Song Chaoge at all and considered him merely a presence.
After all, Song Chaoge had always been seen with Guo Anle and had not expressed any desire to compete for the gambling license in their discussions, so He Yihui had never expected him to suddenly interfere.
But no plan withstands contact with the enemy.
At this critical moment, like Cheng Yaojin, he emerged unexpectedly without any sign.
Caught off guard, a wave of irrepressible anger began to grow in He Yihui's heart, causing her right hand to clench instinctively.
She glanced at Song Chao Ge, but he didn't look back at her at all.
