Chi Yue's back tensed, and with each card she played, she looked to Qiao Dongyang.
But he didn't seem to care, letting her be, allowing her to play as she wished without uttering a word.
The tips of Chi Yue's fingers felt as if they were on fire, touching and discarding cards with immense anxiety. Perhaps the gambling gods favored the novice, for in the first round, she actually won by sheer luck. The win didn't carry any multipliers; it was small money that nobody paid much attention to. Someone specially designated to keep track of the chips chuckled as the next round began amidst laughter.
Having won a round, Chi Yue played more smoothly thereafter, but her luck somewhat declined.
Failing to win was one thing, but causing others to win due to her discards twice in a row, several rounds had passed and she had already lost hundreds of thousands for Qiao Dongyang—
