Before Ming Shuo could speak, Bei Ye shook his head aggressively.
"No, no, no, no, no. There is no way I would gamble against you again. I have something I need to attend to. My mom is waiting for me at home with a cooked dinner. Let's never see each other again… ah, no, I meant, let's see each other later!"
As if he was terrified that Qiao Qing would ask him to stay, he dashed away and left a trail of smoke behind him.
Everyone at the scene started to laugh.
"Oh my god, he ran away faster than a rabbit! Is he really the King of Gambling that I know of?"
"What a pity. Just how much PTSD did that last game give him? He's terrified."
"He lost his underwear in a foreign country. Of course that's gotta hurt."
This old history darkened Jun Yexuan's face.
Everyone could sense the unpleasantness he held back; Qiao Qing was no exception.
