Lin Mubai didn't speak, and An Nan didn't mind, sitting directly in Xi Shaoqi's previous position. As she sat down, the corners of her mouth curled into a faint smirk, rebellious and strikingly beautiful. This kind of wild beauty was something totally novel for men who were used to seeing conventional beauties.
Because of work, An Nan almost always stayed indoors, which made her skin exceptionally fair, along with her fingers, which were unusually pale and slender. At this moment, her slender fingers skillfully caressed each mahjong tile, exuding elegance with every move, giving people the impression that she wasn't playing mahjong at all, but rather handling a priceless piece of art.
Seeing the shocked, puzzled, and confused gazes of everyone, An Nan curved the corner of her mouth with such nonchalance: "Young Master Lin, stop staring and let's begin. I'm just waiting to see you drunk."