Zuo Ning frowned and said, "Isn't that a bit against the rules? As a gambling master from Southeast Asia, Nancang should let Beibei draw her card first!"
"Nancang, have you no shame?"
"At the gambling table, there's no distinction of age, no distinction of status!" Nancang curled his lip. He had let Beibei go first just now; even if Beibei didn't yield this time, it was his turn!
Beibei shook her head and said in a milky voice, "Be my guest, let him. Otherwise, he'll cry if he loses."
The little one added a finishing blow: "He'll cry his eyes out."
Nancang glared coldly at the cards on the table, then picked up the ace of spades, placed it in front of himself, and didn't rush to reveal it.
Beibei picked another one, then pressed her hands down on it: "As you wish, as you wish, follow my heart, show your magic quickly."
Beixuan laughed and said, "You're too funny. Do you think the cards will change? Are you the God of Gamblers!"
Beibei gasped in shock: "How did you know I'm the God of Gamblers?!"
The little one covered her eyes, unable to bear looking: "Aha!"
"Look, I won again, see."
Beibei immediately revealed her card, and her card was indeed the ace of spades!
Nancang rubbed his eyes, started violently, and then flipped over his own card. His original ace of spades had turned into a four of spades!
Qin Lan smiled softly: "We won. Since you gambled, you must accept the loss."
She was breaking out in a cold sweat on the inside. She hadn't expected Beibei's luck to be so good.
"Aha, mister isn't allowed to cry, you know," the little one said in a milky voice, truly trying to infuriate Nancang to death!
Beixuan broke