As she spoke, Xia Weiyi arrogantly raised her eyebrows at Huoda, shaking her head and humming a tune as she turned and headed back to her room.
Ye Che watched Xia Weiyi's proud little display with a helpless smile, yet his eyes were filled with indulgence.
......
Ye Che, who excelled both at playing mahjong and fighting landlords, was always a winning general, not only because of his superior card skills but also his incredibly good luck.
Winning money from him was like a once-in-a-century event.
However, for some reason, Ye Che's luck tonight was abysmally bad; he had rushed into three sets of cards and even falsely declared a win.
In less than thirty minutes, he had written a check for one hundred thousand.
Huoda flauntingly shook the check in front of Ye Che, "Young Master Ye, even you have days like these. Yiyi's clothes for tomorrow are gone now!"