Moreover, losing everything wasn't enough. When Lu Zishu finally breathed a sigh of relief, thinking the game was over, he heard Ruan Hao, who had been silent, lift his head from his papers and gently ask, "Zishu should still have five hundred, right? You can lend your friend two hundred and fifty."
"!!!" Lu Zishu.
Qin Yue had lost all the five hundred in his pocket, and when he heard Lu Zishu still had five hundred, he couldn't stand it. He stood up and started digging into his pocket, knowing full well he would lose again, yet he still took two hundred and fifty.
Predictably, this two hundred and fifty went down the drain again.
The two of them lost seven hundred and fifty each, totaling fifteen hundred in just two days and one night!
After getting rid of the last penny on him, Lu Zishu almost cried tears of blood as he squatted in front of Ruan Jiaojiao, confessing, "Jiaojiao, Brother Zishu was wrong, Brother Zishu really messed up." His thousand yuan, not a penny left!
