C247 Not a Single Cent Less Not a Single Cent More

Ma Mingyou couldn't hide his smugness.

He had just won a wager.

But just then, a jarring voice reached his ears: "Do you truly believe you've won?"

The voice was faint, with a casualness that irked him.

Ma Mingyou bristled at the insinuation.

The proof was irrefutable; the jade was right there in plain sight—he had clearly won.

"Heh..."

Ma Mingyou turned to face Su Lang