Shen Cheng's hands began to tap slowly on the table, and the look in his eyes towards Su Luo was exceptionally calm.
Nevertheless, Su Luo could feel the surge of fury hidden within his seemingly cold gaze.
Su Luo was sure that if there weren't so many eyes watching, the hand Shen Cheng held down on the table would now be choking her throat.
Standing behind Shen Cheng, Shen Liang could not hold back any longer. Emboldened by his father's presence, he blurted out, "Young Master Su shouldn't push your luck. A ten percent share of our gambling house isn't something you can easily take!"
Su Luo raised an eyebrow, the corners of her mouth twitching upward in a faint smirk, "I got over two hundred thousand taels worth of chips here, and it's not enough for a ten percent share? Seems like the shares of the Gold and Silver Workshop are quite a hot commodity!"
