Hearing Shen Fangli's words, Yan Xianjue immediately turned off his phone.
He dropped his forehead onto her shoulder and complained aggrievedly, "Lin Shi owes me money and won't pay it back!!!"
Shen Fangli: "???"
She did not remember their relationship developing to the point where they could lend each other money.
But, being thoroughly biased, she offered a highly feasible suggestion: "Haven't you two still not divided up the spoils from Tourmaline Entertainment?"
"If he doesn't pay you back then, don't settle his share!"
Yan Xianjue: "..."
"What spoils? That makes it sound so ugly!"
"And why do you sound like a capitalist now too?"
Shen Fangli raised a brow. "I learned it from my darling boyfriend."
Yan Xianjue was satisfied this time.
He considered the feasibility of Shen Fangli's suggestion, completely forgetting about the victim far away in Qianhai City.
*
It all started with that 750 million.
There were plenty of people in the casino. Aside from those at Lin Lang's table, quite a few rich second-generation heirs had come to Harbor City for fun.
One sharp young man who had attended banquets hosted by the Ji and Lin families had started recording on his phone even before Lin Lang opened the dice cup.
He had originally thought he would capture Yan Xianjue gambling away ten million, only to witness the birth of a brand-new billionaire the next second.
Oh, no, he already was one.
Thinking about it that way only made it more infuriating!
After Yan Xianjue left, the young man, sour with envy, uploaded the video to his Moments.
News of Yan Xianjue winning 750 million in a single round at the casino rapidly spread back to Qianhai City.
It traveled even faster than Yan Xianjue's yacht.
Even among wealthy families, going to a casino was