However, amidst the applause, he didn't know…
Today's indulgence just made it N times more difficult for him to launder his image in the future.
He doesn't understand love now, but when he finally does, when he wants to wholeheartedly treat a woman well, he'll realize how truly fucked up his actions today were!
The third round, which was also the last, was Miss Ai Lun's only chance left.
The little beauty, who was still dizzy from Wu Qing's kiss, had a flushed face with shyness and was slightly unsteadily dealing cards with her dainty fingers, obviously not having recovered yet.
Ai Lun's eyes were red like a rabbit's, and she was leaning her upper body all over the table.
As she dealt each card, she put her hands together and pleaded, almost with a reverent gaze fixed on her own hand.
By the third round, Emperor Quan and Wu Qing were already out of the game.
What was left was a one-on-one duel between Iron Hand and Ai Lun.
Tsk tsk!
