"If there's nothing going on, then I'll be leaving now."
Chen Hao's voice wasn't loud, and it sounded very indifferent, but since the chess and card room was originally very quiet, his words were still very clear and loud.
The glasses-wearing man who had called Chen Hao in was the first to coldly bark, "Brother Jun hasn't spoken yet, where do you think you're going!?"
The others also looked at Chen Hao with cold faces.
Chen Hao himself was utterly puzzled. What the hell was this situation? They called him in for no reason, made him wait a long time without saying a word, and when he wanted to leave, they stopped him. That was just too overbearing!
Turning to the four people at the mahjong table, they practically treated Chen Hao as if he were invisible. They only glanced sidelong at him when he spoke, then continued with their game.
"What's wrong with you guys, are you sick?" Chen Hao asked, frowning at the crowd.
