So, is she winning this round, or not?
"Sis-in-law, hurry up! What did you draw that's making you so hesitant?"
"Exactly, Sis-in-law, we're still waiting for you to draw!"
Qin Miaomiao gritted her teeth, stomped her foot, and laid down her tiles: "Won! A pure flush, blooming with bonus points, plus a ground win—totaling 120 folds."
This time, she really scored a big win! The other three players looked rather disgruntled—losing to a woman? Where's the pride in that?
Lu Qing patted her head and leaned toward her ear: "Good girl, honey. You've got a reward later."
Can I skip your reward, please?
"Come on, shuffle the tiles."
Jin Jing remarked with a sigh: "Sis-in-law, at the rate you're winning, we'll end up losing everything down to our underwear tonight."
"Don't worry, I promise to leave you with just enough for the underwear."
"I haven't won a single round—fine, I'm done playing!"
Song Li spoke up then: "Jin Wu, step aside, I'll take over."
