Fang Cheng asked Daisy, "Who are the other two honored guests?"
Daisy didn't answer directly, instead leaving him in suspense. "You'll have to meet them in person. I'm not at liberty to mention their names."
Fang Cheng didn't press her. Instead, he wondered to himself whether this woman was the mole who had left him a message on the envelope last night.
After a moment's thought, he asked, "Did you solve the math problem I gave you last night?"
He'd expected Daisy to look embarrassed or try to make an excuse, but she pulled a piece of paper from her clothes and handed it to him. "Here's the answer. Could you check whether I missed anything?"
Fang Cheng: "..."
He took the paper, glanced at it, and put it away.
"Good. I'll remember you."
Daisy immediately smiled.
With Daisy leading the way, Fang Cheng soon arrived at a circular room.
The room was spacious, with uneven stone walls hung with several portraits. There was only one window, which opened onto a balcony.
A huge round table stood in the center, and the chandelier overhead bathed the room in daylight-bright light.
Everyone else had already arrived by the time Fang Cheng entered.
He looked around. After just one night, everyone's opinion of him had shifted.
Peng Jie's had gone up by a few points, while everyone else's had become a little more negative.
It seemed that the more they thought about last night's blatantly rigged gambling match, the more they felt they'd gotten the raw end of the deal.
Under their hostile gazes, Fang Cheng calmly took a seat.
Peng Jie was sitting right beside him, but to avoid drawing attention, he didn't strike up a conversation.
Dracula, on the other hand, smiled and spoke first. "Mr. Fang, did you sleep