-- Gambler didn't want any of it.
In one of the rooms on the third floor, Lu Huaiyu's eyebrows twitched when he heard this.
He lifted his hand to unbutton his shirt collar, but the suffocating tension still had not faded.
As he watched those things being pushed back, his Adam's apple bobbed up and down, and his voice came out low and hoarse.
"Which room is she in?"
Fei Qingyuan was still in a state of deep shock from the fact that this person had actually lost. When he heard this, he subconsciously turned his head.
"Who did you... say?"
Lu Huaiyu stood up, a hint of impatience in his eyes.
Fei Qingyuan's heart skipped a beat when he sensed the dangerous aura around him.
It was the first time he had seen such a nervous and flustered expression on this man's face.
Something did not seem right.
Naturally, however, Fei Qingyuan was intelligent enough to be able to take on the position of manager here.
