Sure, here's the translation:
Ten million, to ordinary people, is really not a small amount.
Of course, Ancestor is not an ordinary person, she has no concept of money, her expression remains as calm as water, without a trace of ripple.
However, Bai He and Wu Qianman couldn't help but sigh repeatedly: "Oh my god, losing ten million in the blink of an eye, what a sin, the old man really shouldn't have gotten involved in gambling."
"No, you all misunderstand!" Xi Rubao anxiously waved his hand, "I thought the old man was betting out of greed for money too. Just now, I went out and found out that he's actually the former head of an orphanage in the suburbs of the capital."
"Huh? No wonder his outdated outfit felt a bit out of place. But why did he come to watch a boxing match?"
