Butler Hong was not angry; he simply smiled lightly and said, "This sentence, likewise, is a gift to Old Master Zhong."
The young man responsible for shaking the dice glanced around, seeing both of them nodding at him, he shouted, "Bets are placed," and swiftly opened the dice cup.
Wow!
After a brief moment of silence, there was a thunderous roar as everyone either sighed or shouted, clamoring around.
"Small? It's actually small! So unusual!"
"Another small win? This is the sixth small of the day!"
"Indeed unusual, out of more than twenty, only six small wins. Butler Hong's good luck is back indeed!"
"Haha, Butler Hong finally found someone to deflect his bad luck!"
Amidst the laughter, everyone turned their gaze towards the stunned Zhong Yingming. At this moment, his expression was blank and foolish, much like a block of wood.
