After seeing off Bai Yang, Qin Youbei closed the door and subconsciously glanced out the window. It was already late at night, and everything outside was shrouded in darkness.
She muttered to herself, "Can this even count as a night view?"
Looking at the chips on the table, Qin Youbei's eyes ignited like dying embers flaring up again, burning bright.
Eight million plus two million, that's ten million. Giving this ten million to Gu Xiao would mean she only owed nineteen million more.
At last, she had repaid almost half. It really hadn't been easy, Qin Youbei thought of her recent hardships, feeling her eyes swell up with the urge to cry.
A long while passed, the clock pointed to midnight, Qin Youbei counted enough chips, had her fill of playing, and wanted to rest.
She suddenly sneezed.
The nights at sea were cold. Was Gu Xiao, that big villain, still out there catching the cold breeze?
Qin Youbei leaned back on the sofa.
