"Let's go."
Zuzi's lips curled faintly as she uttered two words, then stood up and left.
Xi Rubao secretly let out a mournful cry: "Sis, oh..."
Originally, they thought Ancestor Sister would have a big heart and help the old man get his hard-earned money back, but Ancestor Sister didn't show any intention at all, couldn't understand, couldn't understand.
Wu Qianman and Bai He followed behind, also sighing.
But they gradually realized that the saying "willing to gamble, willing to lose" is just that cruel.
When participating in gambling, one must be mentally prepared to lose everything, after all winning and losing doesn't depend on one's character, nor does it care if you're using the money for evil or good.
When the three passed by the old man in a Zhongshan suit, they couldn't help but offer some soft comfort:
"Think positively, sir, as long as you live, there will always be hope."
"As long as the people are still around, there will be a way to help those children."
