"What the hell did you do?"
Convinced that Ji Xiaoxi couldn't possibly win against him, Jin Mao was both incredulous and furious, glaring at Ji Xiaoxi.
If they weren't in an internet café, he might have already thrown a punch.
"With everyone watching, what do you think I could have done?"
Speaking coldly, Ji Xiaoxi's look of disdain that said "if you can't afford to lose, don't play" deeply pierced Jin Mao's heart.
Tightly clenching his fist, the sound of cracking knuckles was particularly jarring in the silent café, and the fire in Jin Mao's eyes was nearly about to burst out.
"Hey, grandson, know what 'a bet is a bet' means? What, can't play and can't lose either?"
Ji Xiaoxi slowly stood up, fearlessly looking at Jin Mao.
The word "grandson" successfully escalated Jin Mao's anger another level, and the pressure in the café instantly dropped.
