In front of the gambling table in Aocheng, the bright and flamboyant young master of the Wen family, Wen Zhao, stared at the man opposite him and sneered: "Mr. Pei didn't even turn over his trump cards, why should he admit defeat?"
Pei Yubai raised his eyes, revealing a pair of overly calm eyes behind his gold-rimmed glasses.
"Take what you want to win."
Wen Zhao thought he was pretending to be profound. It wasn't until three days later that his family sent him a marriage contract - the marriage partner was none other than Pei Yubai, who gave him a hand in Macao.
Everyone in Beijing said that what Pei Yubai was best at was forcing people to die with a smile.
Wen Zhao did not believe in evil.
Reader comments
Not good-looking, average
The author gave me the impression that he wrote whatever he thought of.
I don't know why it makes me so uncomfortable when I see it [laughs awkwardly]
I like it, it looks good, there are no shortcomings except serialization, it's very boring
Not good-looking, average The author gave me the impression that he wrote whatever he thought of.
I don't know why it makes me so uncomfortable when I see it [laughs awkwardly]
I like it, it looks good, there are no shortcomings except serialization, it's very boring