"I think I finally know the difference between Yan Xianjue and me."
"Turns out my conscience hasn't completely died yet."
Such sighs rose from the students.
Yan Xianjue didn't think there was anything wrong with it. He shot back with Wang Zihe's own words: "Making money isn't shameful."
Wang Zihe said, "No, I think it's still a little shameful now."
Yan Xianjue said, "Then are you doing it or not?"
"Of course I am," Wang Zihe said decisively. "What's a conscience worth? Even if you dug it out and weighed it, you couldn't trade it for two taels of meat."
The students suddenly understood. "So having no conscience is contagious."
Zhou Ye said, "I won! Hahaha, pay up, pay up."
Everyone: "..."
They were all seriously listening to how Yan Xianjue was being inhuman, and only he was actually playing cards.
And Ni Qiu, why had he gone quiet too? He couldn't possibly agree with Yan Xianjue, could he?
Shen Fangli painfully handed over most of what she had won earlier to Zhou Ye.
Yan Xianjue found her pained, suffocating expression amusing.
The Shen Household clearly wasn't short on money. He comforted her, "It's fine. I'll win it back for you later."
After collecting everyone's payments by QR code, Zhou Ye immediately stood up. "I just remembered my second uncle asked me to go out. Who wants to fill in?"
A vein throbbed on Yan Xianjue's forehead.
Did Zhou Ye really think he couldn't tell he was making an excuse to run away?
Ni Qiu stood up as well. He had arranged this game to create an opportunity for Wang Zihe. Now that his goal had been achieved, he planned to flee before Yan Xianjue could sit down at the table.
But before he could speak, Yan Xianjue narrowed his