After a while, Emperor Quan laughed.
"I thought you would bet on the Quan family."
Facing Emperor Quan's fierce gaze, Yan Zhan suddenly smiled.
"I love the land, but I love beauty even more."
"So sentimental, so domineering—truly befitting of someone with the surname Quan." With a sneer curling on his lips, Emperor Quan took a deep drag of his cigarette before crushing the butt in the trash can. Then, he raised his hand and slowly placed it on Yan Zhan's shoulder, staring at him with a grim look, his gaze as sharp as a blade.
"Don't bet with me, lest you lose even your trousers."
Having said that, he turned abruptly and strode away. After a few steps, it seemed he suddenly remembered something, turned his head back, and gave Yan Zhan a wicked smile.
"Right, I forgot to say. I, Lord Quan the Fourth, only recognize winning, never losing."
Yan Zhan's gaze was shallow as he watched Emperor Quan, the smile on his handsome face a bit stiff.
Yes, he understood.
