This was her just starting?
How will her next plays be like?
The pitch-pot director was moved again.
This girl truly was knowledgeable about pitch-pot.
The bets gradually trickled out and the Jinyun Hall fell silent again, but the girl and the director on stage hadn’t moved at all.
Was she not continuing?
This was some people’s guess. The bets here were already greater than several thousand taels. If she lost, that girl must compensate ten thousand taels of silver.
It probably scared her.
Ten thousand taels was not just something you could throw about at will.
Seeing the silence on stage, Ning Yunyan started to grin. Because of the good position of the room, she could see the person on stage’s expression.
Jun Zhenzhen’s face was covered by a gauze, but the stunned look on the director’s face was clearly discernable.
What? Was it terror?
"Throw, keep throwing," Ning Yunyan said through gritted teeth.
