In an instant, he fell flat on his face.
Dust stirred up in the air.
The muffled sound of a body hitting the ground was cringe-worthy.
Some wanted to watch the drama unfolding, some wanted to help, but at that moment, everyone froze.
They watched wide-eyed as the pretty young lady walked past the fallen man and entered the gambling house.
If they didn't mishear, the air seemed to carry her last short, mocking snort.
Perhaps it was because she seemed out of place there; within just two minutes of entering, she'd attracted most of the attention.
"Xiaomiao."
Facing the noisy environment, Jiang Wunian became uneasy.
Lu Jingzhi took her little hand and leisurely strolled through the crowd.
Wondering how to make extra money with the small sum she'd saved for buying steamed buns.
The environment here was better than what Lu Jingzhi had imagined.
It was noisy, but at least it wasn't smoky and suffocating.
She could even smell the scent of incense.
