"Brother Hu, what's wrong?" Miss Gu, dressed in an understated and elegant suit, walked over and stood behind him, gently tapping his shoulder.
"I lost, Miss Gu." Yin Hu looked ashamed.
He had been wanting to see her.
But when he finally saw her, he felt even more embarrassed.
Chu Qiaoen saw Gu Shiyin finally appear, and as if she had found someone to confide in, she burst into tears and threw herself into her arms: "Aunt Shiyin, I'm so miserable, so miserable, I lost ten million tonight in the stone gambling..."
Gu Shiyin, with a face full of compassion, pulled her to a quiet corner in the hall and gently comforted her: "Stone gambling is still a form of gambling. We should keep a calm mind and not think too much of it, okay? Money can always be earned back, but a tear-streaked face isn't exactly good-looking, and it doesn't change anything, right?"
Chu Qiaoen cared a lot about her appearance.
