"Qin Wentao, you lost." Looking at Qin Wentao and his friends, Ling Tianqi was full of pride.
He knew that he relied on Leng Xiaoyao and Mu Yiyang's help to win, but he was the winner. Especially when he faced Qin Wentao, it was hard for him not to be proud.
"Don't worry, we won't deny it. I'll order someone to transfer the money to you right now," Qin Wentao said. He was reluctant to accept the result and wanted to deny it. After all, thirty million yuan wasn't little.
However, he knew it wouldn't do him any good if he denied it. They had signed an agreement and there would undoubtedly be a fight if he denied it.
Ling Tianqi had more people than him, so he would be injured again during the fight.
Therefore, he could only wait for another chance to pay Ling Tianqi back.
