Song Yaoyao's desire to win was aroused. She rubbed her hands together, her eyes sparkling.
She was valiant and spirited.
"There's still one more round! I must win this round!"
"Okay, go for it..."
Huo Yunque's phoenix-like eyes curved, making him look even more like someone who had walked out of a painting.
The third round began.
Song Yaoyao pretended to pray, "Gautama Buddha, Guanyin Bodhisattva, please bless me so I can win this round! Amen!"
"Ha..."
Huo Yunque shook his head and laughed at the girl's nonsense.
They each picked their own cards.
Song Yaoyao looked at her deck of cards and immediately grew smug. She waved her small hand and announced, "I will definitely win this round! Gege, don't worry, I will go gentle on you."
"Thank you."
There was no need for that.
Because very soon, Song Yaoyao was completely defeated.
