"Cough." Lin Lang coughed lightly in reminder.
"President Yan, please don't flaunt your affection in front of a single man like me. Everyone's waiting for you to place your bets."
Wasn't that so?
Yan Xianjue's luck at gambling really did seem terrible.
Everyone was ready to bet against him after he placed his wager.
Then they watched Yan Xianjue dump all his chips onto three.
Lin Lang blinked. "President Yan, this is...?"
Yan Xianjue yawned lazily. "It's really too slow to spend money at a casino. I'm getting bored. Let's end it with this last round."
Everyone at the table: "???"
Other guests gathered around because of the commotion.
A casino, and spending money too slowly—was this the first time in their lives they had heard those two phrases together?
Shen Fangli's mouth twitched.
She could testify that Yan Xianjue truly thought that way. He was neither showing off nor exaggerating.
He was simply getting impatient. If they played a few more rounds, he would not even want to be his second brother's plot substitute anymore.
Lin Lang confirmed with Yan Xianjue once more, "Are you sure you want triple threes?"
In this game, aside from betting big or small, one could also bet on a specific number.
But high odds on a number also meant higher risk.
Big or small still gave a fifty-fifty chance, while the odds of rolling triples were only a little over two percent.
Yan Xianjue nodded indifferently and urged, "Are you opening it or not?"
Ji Xi was the first to react. His first instinct was to stop him, since losing five million earlier was one thing.
But losing another five million in a single round would make him wonder whether Yan Xianjue had lost his head.
Besides, all of that five million