Xing Mengzheng couldn't help but laugh, "It is what it is, why would I lie to you?"
Aunt Yu was skeptical and glanced at Mo Shu's cards.
Zhang Zifa couldn't stand it any longer and knocked on the table, "What's the hold-up? Aren't we placing bets? Can you even play like this? Are you raising or not?"
Aunt Yu glared at her, "The game is over and you still can't be quiet, busybody!"
Zhang Zifa found it amusing, "You just think they're easy to bully, right? Asking Mengzheng if it's a flush, what's the deal? If it is a flush, wouldn't you raise? Aren't you certain? Aren't you confident? Then place your bet!"
Aunt Yu, infuriated, glared and exclaimed, "Fine, I'll bet! It's just a card game, let's gamble!"
She was betting that Xing Mengzheng was bluffing!
Without revealing the hand, no one knew what it was. What if she was lying?
Aunt Yu pushed out her remaining three million in chips, her heartbeat quickening.
Xing Mengzheng sighed lightly, "I'll follow."
