"Miss He, what's wrong with you?" Seeing He Ruotong spacing out, Li Zongbing asked with a slightly worried tone.
"I just can't understand why someone would be so willful, clearly it's an impossible race to win, and yet they still wildly place a bet of a billion!"
He Ruotong suppressed the shock in her heart. She had made up her mind to bet all her fortune on horse number fourteen!
Similarly, Cheng Sheng also noticed the bet on Xiao Hong. He sneered coldly, looking at Qin Yu, who was continuously showing off in the racetrack, with a gloomy gaze.
Do you think just because you're strong, you can win the horse racing championship? How naive! With a whoosh, Cheng Sheng stood up.
"Brother Sheng, where are you going? The preliminary race is about to end, and after it does, the odds will change. Aren't you going to place a bet?" Han Laiyu asked hesitantly.
"I will take the field myself in the rematch."
