Before she could finish speaking, the girl faintly spoke, already walking towards the card table. "How do you want to play?"
Seeing this, Ye Wangchuan grabbed her and said, "Your arm hasn't recovered yet. Don't play."
Qiao Nian glanced at him frivolously. Her eyes were quite impetuous as she casually said, "Isn't this trouble caused by you?"
Ye Wangchuan was slightly stunned. Seeming to have just realized what she meant, he smiled bitterly and was about to explain when Qiao Nian calmly pushed his hand away. "I'll play a few rounds with her."
Yang Liu looked at their interaction under the warm lights of the private room. No matter how unhappy she was, she had to admit that this scene was too eye-catching.
The man was tall, long-legged, and handsome.
There was a hint of arrogance in the girl's coldness. Her face was also exquisite and eye-catching.
