Ran Tengxiao suddenly looked up, staring at the sparkling sign in the night, the three characters representing the dreams of countless people becoming rich overnight.
Bojinlai.
Her real purpose, it turned out, was gambling.
The battle had begun, and this road could easily lead to a bottomless abyss and utter ruin.
If that was the case, he would accompany her to the end.
It would be a fight to the death.
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Ming Jing took medicine and lay down to rest, with Qu Feitai tucking her in.
"A month ago you took care of me, now it's my turn to take care of you."
Ming Jing closed her eyes: "Thank you."
Xiao Hua openly observed him, watching as he poured warm water from a thermos and placed it on the bedside table, nodding her approval.
He was a gentle and attentive young man.
Qu Feitai touched Ming Jing's forehead to check her temperature. Thankfully, she had no fever, and he lay down on the sofa with relief.
The clock quietly pointed to one in the morning.
