Wu Qing shrugged nonchalantly and flashed a carefree smile before knocking on the table.
"I have no issues, I'll go with the beauty's wishes."
"That's settled then!" Emperor Quan said, his eyes glinting with amusement as he banged his fist to finalize the decision.
Of course, Lord Quan the Fourth had good reason to believe that, no matter who won, no one would dare pick Zhan Se for a kiss.
Thus, he played rather casually.
After all, he was out tonight just for fun, with no particular agenda.
No one had any objections, except for Comrade Iron Hand, who furrowed his thick brows, a displeased light in his eyes. He didn't want to play such a messy game. But just as he was about to voice his refusal, Ai Lun suddenly turned her head towards him, her gaze deep as she looked at him.
"A bet's a bet, fair and square. You've already taken a seat, you're not scared to play, are you?"
Provoked by a woman, Iron Hand was momentarily lost for words.
Not to bet? That seemed unreasonable.
