"So that's how it is," Qiao Xiaomai realized suddenly.
"Did you think I was someone especially greedy for money, who wanted to take control of the Gambling House for its immense profits?" Yang Wenxiao looked at her with a half-smile.
Qiao Xiaomai quickly shook her head, "No, no, no, you are nationalizing the Gambling House for its profits to enter the National Treasury. You're doing this for Daqi."
Upon hearing this, Yang Wenxiao sighed again, picked a cob of corn, and Qiao Xiaomai hurriedly held out a basket. He placed the cob in the basket and said, "That's why it all depends on Tong Zhan, you and your husband have worked hard."
"Not at all, not at all." Qiao Xiaomai squeezed out a sincere fake smile. "Serving Daqi and the people is our honor."
