"Emma, play well this time, don't repeat what you did last round."
During the pause of sorting the tiles, Mrs. Taylor gently hinted, causing Emma's hand to suddenly pause.
Emma was perceptive, so she quickly understood the true warning hidden in Mrs. Taylor's seemingly gentle words.
Her expression suddenly changed.
She thought that deliberately letting Mrs. Taylor win the last round would earn her favor, but unexpectedly, Mrs. Taylor wasn't pleased.
Or rather, she was very displeased with her actions.
Thinking of this, Emma pressed her lips together, her face growing paler.
Although Mrs. Taylor's words weren't explicit, everyone should have caught their meaning.
At this moment, Emma felt her situation was both embarrassing and awkward.
"Alright, Auntie, I'll be careful this time."
She still forced a smile, finding a way to save face for herself.
The new round of Mahjong started, and Laura Jones, as she claimed, could play but wasn't skilled.
