"Shen Wanxing sure has the guts to speak her mind, I saw Shen Mingyue's face turn green,"
said Han Yeze, sitting in the VIP section. He had a fruit platter in front of him and was lounging back with one leg crossed over the other. He wasn't just keeping the treats to himself; from time to time, he'd offer some to Wen Ran, who would take a few pieces to give him face.
It was apparent that they were on good terms.
"Who do you think will win? They set up a private betting pool, I put down 200,000 on Shen Wanxing to win, with odds at one to three,"
These wealthy people surely knew how to run their private gambling circles.
It was thrilling to say the least.
The majority were rooting for Shen Mingyue, even Woon Ruxi placed a bet, though she did it secretly.
Shen Heng went even further, wagering 500,000 on his daughter's victory. Now that was putting on a show.
"We should support the younger generation."
