How could he be comparable with her uncle?
An illusion… it must be an illusion.
Xia Yingluo forced herself to calm down. She raised her head and steadily met his eyes.
The young man's beautifully shaped thin lips curled slightly upwards, as if pulling a laughing arc, but it looked even more chilly and cold in her eyes. He turned his eyes slightly and looked at Zhao Yixuan on the side. "I'll bet with you."
The cold and magnetic voice made Zhao Yixuan swallow his saliva.
This man eluded a scary feeling that made people's scalp numb, and it wasn't only Xia Yingluo that felt that.
Zhao Yixuan did not dare to refuse him and stuttered. "Okay… Okay."
