"Master, are we really going to gamble this much?"
Fan Shigang cautiously poured tea for Yan Feng at the specially cleared competition area.
This time in Su City, Yan Feng was unfamiliar with the place, and having visited once and having a good private relationship with Meng Lang, Fan Shigang naturally became the chosen escort... responsible for carrying bags.
The verbal battle between father and daughter earlier was clearly heard by the transparent Fan Shigang, and he couldn't help but feel anxious for Yan Weiwei.
Yan Feng picked up the tea on the table, took a sip, and then glanced at Fan Shigang indifferently.
"What's wrong? Are you worried your master will lose, or are you worried I'll win?"
"No way, I'm just concerned that whether we win or lose, it might hurt the harmony among us," Fan Shigang forced a laugh.
Inwardly, he thought to himself that Master Yan was really too impulsive.
