"One hundred thousand, I'll bet on small," at this time, Yuwen Wuji was the first to place a bet, casually throwing out a hundred thousand in chips.
After throwing out the hundred thousand chips, Yuwen Wuji shot a provocative glance at Dongfang Weimei, looking very much like a rich kid trying to flirt with a woman.
Unfortunately, Dongfang Weimei didn't spare him a single glance.
"Haha, Young Master Yuwen, you're really generous, starting with a hundred thousand. For an average family, that's a year's income! Just like that, you're giving away someone's annual earnings. Young Master Yuwen, your boldness truly stands out!" Seeing this, Zhu Bufan quickly joked with Wen Yang, who was standing beside him.
"Haha, don't you know, Young Master Yuwen has money to burn, eh?" Wen Yang joined Zhu Bufan in the teasing.
Hearing this, the corner of Yuwen Wuji's mouth twitched. "Money to burn," isn't that implying he's rich but dumb? Damn, they're practically calling me rich and stupid.
