"Not interested." Qin Mei looked him straight in the eye, but the boss looked away. "Nine out of ten bets are losses. If he dares to gamble again, I'll chop off one of his fingers for every bet he makes."
"Just one more round. If you lose, I'll knock ten thousand off the debt. If you win, the slate is wiped clean. How about it?" the boss tempted.
"No betting," Qin Mei said curtly.
"Sister Qin." Zhang Haoyuan came over to Qin Mei, pulled her into a corner, and whispered, "I think we should give it a try."
They couldn't really lose. A loss meant a ten-thousand-yuan reduction, while a win would clear the entire debt. The temptation was too great for Zhang Haoyuan to resist.
Seeing Zhang Haoyuan's eagerness, Qin Mei's eyes turned frosty. The corner of her mouth curved into a mocking sneer, and her voice was ice-cold, without a trace of warmth. "Say that again."
Zhang Haoyuan shut his mouth, remembering the promise he'd made to her. "I was wrong."
