"That's right, President Bai has changed a lot these past years. You're a lot better looking than before."
"Keep playing cards, why are you wasting words… hold on, what did you play?" Ye Wanwan asked.
"A pair of sevens."
"Bomb!" Ye Wanwan casually threw down a "bomb."
"Bai Feng, are you freaking mad? We're a team, so why the hell are you bombing me?!" The middle-aged man looked at Ye Wanwan in shock.
"Don't waste time. Do you want it or not?" Ye Wanwan asked.
"I don't."
"Can the landlord follow it?" Ye Wanwan continued.
"I can't."
"A three." Ye Wanwan smiled slightly.
"Bai Feng… you freaking! Careful! We're betting a month of gopher boy… This isn't a joke." The middle-aged man shot Ye Wanwan a glare.
In the end, the middle-aged man discovered that Ye Wanwan only had a single card in her hand and the rest were bombs, so she successfully bombed the landlord into smithereens.
