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"Today's hand is just not right,"
"Enjoy your luck, man, you only lose 20 when you're off, I lose 50 on a good day. Are we sick or something, rushing to give away money?"
Park Jinsuk chuckled as she looked at Wu Xiu next to her, speaking with the tone of someone who's been through it all, "It's just entertainment, losing a bit of money is normal."
"You lost 140 the day before yesterday."
"Yah!"
Although she had lived in Huaxia for almost 30 years, the habit of bursting into Korean when excited was something Park Jinsuk had never managed to lose.
Years of swearing in Korean had also made Wu Xiu quite proficient at understanding many of the curses in the language.
Like all that xi ba...
Xi ba...
And xi ba...
Back in her youth, Park Jinsuk could be considered a xi ba personified, blurting out a string of xi ba at anyone who angered her, especially when her Chinese wasn't that good yet.
