He was actually able to feel directly what the suit of the tile was, but for Xia Liyou's sake, he didn't intentionally touch it. It seemed like he was deliberately letting her see clearly, and he was playing very slowly.
Sometimes, when Xia Liyou was thinking about playing a different tile, he did the opposite and threw out a tile she thought was useful. But when the tiles were pushed to the middle, she realized that the tile she had been planning to play was also wanted by others.
This instantly made Xia Liyou admire Ou Chengtian.
She knew her husband was great, but this level of Mahjong skill was a bit godlike, he could guess what others wanted.
For someone like Xia Liyou who had just learned how to play mahjong, it was naturally impossible to understand such profound philosophy behind.
The games on the mahjong table were getting more and more intense, everyone was enjoying themselves.
The little ones beside them were playing with their toys out of boredom.
