C95 Final Beat

As the night deepened, Zhong Xiaoyu's beautiful face flushed red with anxiety. Looking at the money in his pocket, he went to someone else's pocket for nothing. Even a rich girl like her couldn't help but feel a little vexed.

"He sure is pissed." Zhong Xiaoyu slapped another bill, blew on it, and said unwillingly.

"Miss, this thing depends on luck." Among the four of them