Just as Li Haibin was about to continue placing bets, he realized that the more than two thousand yuan in front of him had all gone missing. Seeing Li Haibin's awkward situation, the man who had earlier reminded him to check his cards laughed and said, "If you're out of money, look at your hand; if it's good, then bet again, but if it's no good, just toss it. By not looking, you've made it so that neither Second Brother nor I can compare our hands. We've both already thrown in six or seven thousand."
Hearing this, Li Haibin's face suddenly turned a little unsightly...
He had already followed with nearly three thousand yuan, how could he be willing to look at his cards now?
Just as he was about to ask the mahjong parlor owner to lend him a few thousand yuan, a red banknote flew directly into the middle of the table.
"I'll help him place the bet, you all keep playing."
Hearing this familiar voice, Li Haibin immediately turned his head and locked eyes with Gu Heng.
