C388 Betting

Ma Dong's words were indeed reasonable. Song Guang didn't have the words to refute him for a while, but he was regretting that he had let Ma Dong take the opportunity to speak.

"I wanted to suppress him, but to think that he would wipe my face with a broom instead!" He gnashed his teeth in anger, then reached out to grab the teacup. With a "hu la" sound, he took a big gulp and said to Ma Dong