632 We will meet again

Casino.

Song Chaoge played as consistently as usual, once again becoming the person with the most chips on the Baccarat table.

He not only won back the capital that Guo Anle had lost earlier but also ended up winning over a million dollars.

"Brother Song, your reputation is well deserved."

Guo Anle, who sat beside him to observe and learn, beamed with joy.

It wasn't so much about the money. To him, the loss was insignificant. Even with his immense wealth, he likely wouldn't enjoy the feeling of losing.

Like a god of gambling had possessed him, Song Chaoge remained neither arrogant nor impetuous, and turned his head, "Why don't you play again?"

Guo Anle shook his head without hesitation. Even with such a strong backer, constantly losing was a blow to his dignity.

"Forget it, Brother Song, you carry on. I'll just watch."

"Ding."

A message notification abruptly sounded.

Song Chaoge took out his mobile phone.

Guo Anle glanced at it subconsciously.

It was a text message.