"I'm not showing off; I'm just hungry." Tong Sanlang looked at her innocently, his mouth full of food.
He had come non-stop all the way to the Capital City and then to the Casino, hadn't slept for more than two days, and hadn't eaten properly. Right now, all he wanted to do was to eat his fill and then sleep.
"You've worked hard." Yang Wenxiao said with a smile, his gaze towards Tong Sanlang filled with increasing tenderness, "Your martial arts skills are really useful, we should have more of these gambling sessions."
Qiao Xiaomai raised her hand to pat her chest, "You have no idea how angry I was when I first heard the news. My heart can't take it if this happens a few more times."
"You're young and yet your tolerance is so poor. What's there to fear with Sanlang around?" Yang Wenxiao glanced at her sideways.
"This time was just luck. Not everything can be solved with martial arts. I just want to live my little life without any ripples."
