Pu Fuwan smiled and looked at York, saying, "We've known each other for over ten years, but we're just friends. Ling Feng and I are like brothers, don't you think?"
"Alright, you win!"
York clearly felt embarrassed but didn't say anything, simply stood up and left angrily.
Watching him leave the private room, Ling Feng puzzledly asked Pu Fuwan, "Brother Pu, who is that guy?"
"Just a professional gambler!"
Pu Fuwan chuckled before asking, "Brother, you certainly didn't come all the way just to visit me, right?"
"Then you're wrong!"
Ling Feng laughed, "At least today, I specifically came to see you. If there's anything, it'll be tomorrow or the day after. No rush!"
"Alright then!"
Pu Fuwan nodded, turned around, and snapped his fingers, "Bring my brother a bottle of good wine!"
Ling Feng was speechless, "Seriously brother Pu, it's midnight already, and you're still not resting?"
