Wen Yonglin and Wen Xiangyong looked at each other, stunned and speechless for a long time.
"Uncle Wen, if you gamble with these stones, you're sure to lose!"
Wang Hao said to the two of them with a smile.
"Brother Wang Hao, you really are something, to have taken a fancy to them all!"
Wen Xiangyong couldn't help but admire Wang Hao.
Wen Yonglin, however, didn't look very happy because before Wang Hao had called him, he had been on the phone with that wretched old man from the Wu Family, who had insisted he must attend the jade stone gambling event that evening.
He knew the Wu Family patriarch had no good intentions and right after hanging up, Wang Hao's call came through, which was why his tone hadn't been very cheerful at the time.
Initially, Wang Hao's arrival had lifted Wen Yonglin's spirits significantly, but now the thought of having no stones to put forth at the gambling event, and the certain loss of face that would ensue, his complexion immediately turned gloomy.
