All along, Jian Qing stayed cocooned in Quan Jingwu's embrace, occasionally taking a glance at the cards on the table, seeming very relaxed.
At the end of one game, it was now Jian Qing against the three of them.
Quan Jingwu's arm rested around her waist, his deep gaze sweeping over the cards she held; his thin lips pulled into a faint smile.
"Jian Qing, don't worry, we'll go easy on you." Han Yue said with a grin, as if he could already see his lost money returning to him.
Jian Qing pursed her lips, "Thanks then."
The sound of clacking mahjong tiles rose and fell. Compared to Jian Qing's carefree demeanor, the other three were fully concentrated.
Losing to Jingwu was one thing, but if they lost to a novice like Jian Qing, that would truly be embarrassing.
Jian Qing drew a tile. Seeing what it was, a spark flickered in her eyes.
She showed a moment of hesitation, which immediately brightened the eyes of the three across the
table.
