Mingshu decisively asserted that it was impossible, the young girl innocently blinked, pushed down her tiles, and scratched the back of her head, "I don't quite understand either, but I followed the rules Sister Ji taught..."
Stretching her neck, Mingshu scrutinized the girl's hand over and over until she had to face the undeniable truth—
The opponent had indeed won the round, with the exact tile she had just discarded.
Her expression was extraordinarily somber.
It's like teaching your apprentice only to starve yourself!
Not long ago, these novices didn't know a thing!
Before she as a mentor could revel in her prestige, her disciple was already rubbing her face in the dirt.
Wang Yuan noticed Mingshu's awkwardness and cleared his throat to smooth things over, "Ah, it's just good luck; let's play another round..."
By then, someone finally noticed Wen Su, who had been standing off to the side for who knew how long, and was shocked: "Senior Brother Wen Su!"
