But thankfully, this small change was nothing to the few at the table; what mattered more was the feeling of winning money.
"Hahaha, seems like I'm in luck today, made a tidy little profit," laughed the middle-aged businessman, his mouth full of false teeth gleaming, clearly in high spirits.
"We've only just started, who knows, you might lose it all in a bit."
"Exactly, as the saying goes, 'Luck comes in turns,' this year it's my turn. No one leave, let's play another round."
"Let's keep going."
The others were even more enthusiastic, and several more rounds began in quick succession.
Song Qian remained silent, noncommittal.
Chen Xiaolong, watching from the side, could see clearly that all three opponents were far superior to Song Qian in card-playing skills—even with Song Qian playing normally, winning was out of the question.
No wonder they are regulars here, they really have some tricks up their sleeves.
"Pong."
