"I'm going to play a bit."
Bo Yanching glanced at her, "Tired from sitting?"
"A little, my legs feel uncomfortable. I'm going to move around."
Bo Yanching tilted his head back slightly, "Go ahead, there's food everywhere, help yourself."
Nan Jiaojiao stood up, using his shoulder for support as she did. He played along by raising his shoulder under her grip and even pinched her fingers.
Once she was gone, Han Che dared to speak, "Master, can I finally play for real now?"
Bo Yanching asked, "How much did you lose earlier?"
"Three million to Madam, one million eight hundred thousand to the Second Miss, and three hundred thousand to the Young Madam."
Bo Yanching gave him a once-over, "Is that all you lost?"
