Kneeling down while playing cards, with a winning rate of thirty-four, and only a few broken beads after 8,000 yuan was thrown into it. Qi Ye was so angry that he threw his cell phone to the ground. It exploded and caught fire, and he stepped on the power strip. The only thing left in his last breath was: Dog Planner, I curse your whole family. Opening his eyes again, he was lying in a spacious living room. Time traveled, and in this world there was a game for everyone called Card Showdown.
