"I'm not playing anymore. Let's go home." Gong Mingye said.
Gu Wan'an had no objections. "Good."
Anyway, she didn't really like this kind of gathering.
"Don't…" Han Wenhao interjected, "I've finally recovered some wealth. We have to fight until midnight."
"Yes, don't spoil the fun." Wen Nanxian followed.
Gong Mingye had a 'don't nag' expression on his face; "She still has to attend the conference tomorrow, she can't stay up all night."
Han Wenhao clenched his teeth.
Wen Nanqing, on the other hand, rubbed his arms.
No one knew what Yuan Shuang was thinking about as she remained silent.
Gong Mingye ignored the pretentious and exaggerated duo. He was still expressionless as he tapped his long fingers on the mahjong table. "Alright, fetch the money."
Han Wenhao: "...."
Wen Nanxian: "...."
Inside the car.
Gu Wan'an supported her chin with her arm.