Zhao Qin sized up the young man, broke into a sudden smile, and said, "You're not bad yourself, kid. Dare to gamble with me?"
The young man frowned at her, "Who are you?"
Zhao Qin flicked her hair, revealing an intoxicating smile: "Master Xie is my cousin, who do you think I am?"
"Ran Qing's daughter? The Missy of the Zhao's?" There seemed to be a hint of contempt in the young man's tone.
"You…." Zhao Qin, his words angering her to the point of laughter, retorted: "If you dare, let's settle this on the gambling table."
The young man crossed his arms, disdainfully replied, "I don't play with women."
Zhao Qin pointed at his nose and scolded, "I command you as a lady to play with me."
The young man snorted coldly, disregarding her.
Enraged, Zhao Qin stamped her foot. Never in her life had she been so humiliated, she wanted to rush at him and tear him apart.
Xie Zi whispered, "Miss, calm down. This young man is too arrogant. Let Master Xie handle him."
