But many people would suffer a huge loss over just ten yuan, leading to significant consequences.
"Young Master Wang, shall we continue?"
Su Xuan asked with a sly smile, while Wang Zicong's eyes reddened in urgency as he spoke.
"Continue, of course we continue, let's stick with high-low!"
Wang Zicong was now thinking about getting that ten million back first before anything else; otherwise, he felt extremely suffocated, having absurdly called Su Xuan 'Daddy' earlier today, which already mortified him like never before. Plus, he was later pricked on the butt by an embroidery needle and now had handed over more than ten million to Su Xuan—how could he not feel upset?
"Alright, Young Master Wang, why don't you go first this time!"
Su Xuan said with a bad grin.
"Wait, let's make it a bit more mysterious this time. We shake the dice in a box, and before we open the lid, we don't know each other's points. Then we place our bets. What do you say!"
Wang Zicong stated coldly.
