Yan Xianjue and his group arrived in grand fashion, then swaggered away just as boldly.
They had absolutely no regard for anyone else's well-being.
It was not until they got into the car that Shen Fangli finally asked the question she had been holding in all this time. "How on earth did you do that?!"
Lei Xuan, meanwhile, remembered the time they had played mahjong, when Yan Xianjue had said that losing to him had not been unfair.
He asked suspiciously, "Are you really that good at cards?"
The others did not know much about this sort of thing, but no matter how he looked at it, was this not all down to luck?
"Five-five." Yan Xianjue casually quoted a line he had heard somewhere.
Lei Xuan: "..."
Shen Fangli speechlessly pinched him. "Don't brush us off with anime lines!"
Yan Xianjue suddenly understood. "Oh, I remembered it from passing by while my eldest sister was watching anime."
The others: "...Is that the point??"
Yan Xianjue lazily rubbed his fingers together. "It was just a little skill combined with a guess. I only had a thirty percent chance of being right."
Shen Fangli blinked and asked the question everyone was curious about. "What if you guessed wrong?"
Yan Xianjue said indifferently, "Then I guessed wrong."
"It's not like I can't afford to lose ten million."
Shen Fangli did not believe a single punctuation mark of that. Would Yan Xianjue really be willing to lose money? Especially to people from the Lin Household? He would probably come back ready to explode.
After enduring Shen Fangli's disbelieving stare for several seconds, Yan Xianjue coughed and looked away. "Fine, fine. Actually, my eldest brother transferred me twenty million. If I lost, it was on him. If I won, it was mine."
Shen Fangli: