"Alright."
Yaen Chi tossed something over. The pretty boy instinctively wanted to dodge, but unfortunately, there was someone standing behind him, who nudged his elbow just right. The pretty boy reluctantly extended his hand and opened his eyes apprehensively to take a look.
It was a card.
Why does it look familiar?
"Grandpa, what's this?"
"The card you gave me, with all the money I won over the past few days. It's yours now."
The pretty boy was stunned.
He had indeed given Yaen Chi a card, talking big about how a guest from afar should be treated and saying he'd cover all expenses, but the card only had a hundred thousand. It was enough for food and little trinkets, but it wouldn't even cover the entry fee to the casino.
