Chi Yue was somewhat bemused.
Was he the only one with intelligence, and she didn't need any?
Qiao Dongyang's words had made everyone a bit uncomfortable, except for Zheng Xiyuan, who was present. Most people there harbored a psychological expectation to strip Qiao Dongyang of any defense, preferably making him lose face in front of everyone and then tear off his haughty mask.
"Playing poker, or mahjong?"
Everyone looked at Qiao Dongyang.
Cheng Xiang said, "Let Mr. Qiao choose, so he can't say we're picking on him."
Qiao Dongyang's lips curved upwards, "The guest will follow the host's wish."
Everyone turned their gaze to Zheng Xiyuan. He glanced at Qiao Dongyang, then turned to look at Chi Yue, who was sitting, "Do you play poker?"
Chi Yue shook her head.
Zheng Xiyuan: "What about mahjong?"
Chi Yue pondered for a moment, then said, "A little."
Zheng Xiyuan obviously breathed a sigh of relief and then said to everyone, "Let's play mahjong, then."
