Lin Bing also breathed a sigh of relief, smiling at Song Xiaodong, and said, "Looks like what you've won, you'll have to give it all back."
Song Xiaodong shrugged his shoulders, got up and turned around saying, "Losing is losing, at most I'll lose a little over a million, what's there to worry about?"
With Song Xiaodong saying this, Lin Bing couldn't help but feel a bit deflated. Yeah, in the end, I wouldn't win much anyway, so what's the point of being so excited with the three of us.
So there was no enthusiasm to reveal the last card, and he casually flipped it over and tossed it onto the table, not even looking at it, he said, "Remember to transfer the funds."
But at that moment, Lin Bing suddenly felt something was off, why did everyone's faces look like they had seen a ghost?
A few people's mouths were wide open, it looked like they could fit an egg in there.
Especially Yao Mengfei and Wu Jiang, at this point, their faces looked ashy, as if they just lost a dear one.
