The sound of clattering filled the air as a square table was set up in the center of the Lin Mansion's living room, with a man seated on each side of the table.
At this moment, they were rapidly shuffling the square tiles on the table.
"I say, big brother-in-law, weren't you just too stingy just now? I mean, you're the richest man in Dayong, yet you didn't even want to win on a self-draw for a few taels of silver. Tsk tsk, how embarrassing!"
Chen Ruochu had been at odds with Xia Zheng since he was a young boy, and even at the mahjong table, they weren't fond of each other.
Xia Zheng let out a sneer, his slender hands deftly organizing the mahjong tiles made of Glaze.
"There's no father or son at the mahjong table, and today I'll add, there's no elder or younger! Whether it's self-draw or winning, as long as there's Silver, I welcome it!"
With two sharp taps, Xia Zheng arranged his tiles into a complete dragon and tapped his fingers on the table.
