Awkwardness. The entire private room was filled with awkwardness. Lan Jian couldn't help but ask, "Su Yan, I remember that you played poker very well, right?"
The moment these words were said, Tang Yitong was the first to raise her hand and say, "F * ck! You even know this. Could it be that you have lost to Su Yan before? She has a photographic memory. She has the ability to read ten lines at a glance. Ever since she was young, be it poker or mahjong, I have rarely seen her lose."
Lan Jian pretended to be surprised and said, "I see. Just like a friend of mine. My friend has never lost in poker."
Wei Zhou raised his eyebrows. He felt that the friend that Lan Jian mentioned was him, so he said coldly, "Do I not have a name, or do you not know my name? Is it embarrassing for you to say my name?"
Lan Jian stole a glance at Su Yan. "Hmph, what do you know? I'm going to annoy you to death. If your name comes out of my mouth, even I will be despised."
