The applause thundered throughout the venue, celebrating Bai Xiaosheng's brilliant performance.
Chen Changluo joined in the clapping, but the smile on his face was uglier than a cry.
He had openly defied his uncle, aiming to strike at Bai Xiaosheng, only to lose face and internal pride—both!
He lost his wife along with his troops!
He was finally beginning to understand what his uncle meant by, "If you mess with him, I'm afraid you'll be at a loss." Unfortunately, his realization came too late, and four million was gone...
Whenever he thought about the money, Chen Changluo felt the pain more than ever.
"Changluo!" Just as he was feeling the heartache, someone tugged at him; it was Song Yanran!
"Yanran!" Chen Changluo forced his spirits up and smiled at her.
He might have lost, but he couldn't lose his composure, especially not in front of a woman.
Chen Changluo pretended to be relaxed, with an air of "no big deal" and nonchalance.
