An Nuan had always admired Liu Chang'an's mental fortitude. He often did things solely as he pleased, caring neither for others' strange looks nor the mockery in their words. Perhaps that was the state of mind of someone extraordinary.
After all, he was a superhumanly powerful man.
But Zhu Juntang... what gave her the right?
As An Nuan pondered this question, Zhu Juntang stole another tile right under everyone's noses. When An Nuan fixed her gaze on her, Zhu Juntang actually put on a puzzled expression that said, "What are you looking at me for?"
She tilted her head like an innocent, clueless little child. She simply could not understand An Nuan's look, nor did she have the slightest idea what she had done wrong.
Looking at her increasingly complete hand, An Nuan felt she could win at any moment... This was what Liu Chang'an meant by saying it was hard even to lose.
What was Shangguan Dandan's hand like?
An Nuan had no idea, because she would not blatantly peek at someone else's tiles like Zhu Juntang did. But Shangguan Dandan was clearly an old hand at cards. Her expression remained calm as she occasionally touched her thermos, tilted her head to the left, then to the right, all while turning a blind eye to every move Zhu Juntang made.
An Nuan felt they could not keep playing like this, so she pointed at the stairs and called out, "Liu Chang'an!"
While suspecting that An Nuan was trying to trick her, Zhu Juntang looked toward the stairs. If Liu Chang'an had come downstairs, she would spit on him.
Taking the opportunity, An Nuan snatched two tiles from Zhu Juntang's hand and put them into her own, successfully ruining her hand.
"You stole my tiles?" Zhu Juntang stared at An