Shen Liang cried out in surprise, "Princely Heir Jiang..."
He couldn't help but panic. To the gambling house, Shen Cheng was its precious gem. If his hand was cut off, the gambling house would lose a significant defender in the future.
There might be a second Su Qing, a third Su Qing, who would come to cause trouble every now and then.
However, before he could finish his sentence, he was kicked by Shen Cheng, "Shut up, it is only right to abide by the result of the gamble we willingly took part in!"
Jiang Shu was still looking at Su Luo, waiting for her answer.
Su Luo looked at the cold blade on the table. Just an hour ago, it was about to cut off her own hand. Who could have expected such a turn of events?
Was this man standing up for her?
By winning this kind of bet, did he want to give her the chance to hold this blade and cut off the hand of anyone who offended her?
At this thought, Su Luo's breathing became ragged.
