The two sons on Tong Huaqiong's mind were at the casino at that moment.
Gu Dashu sat closely behind Feng Chuan, ingratiatingly flattering, "Mr. Feng, you'll definitely win the next round."
Feng Chuan chuckled, "I'll take your words for luck."
This person named Dashu was quite interesting. Before meeting him, Feng Chuan had been consistently losing. But after meeting Dashu and receiving some unintentional advice, he had been winning for three consecutive days.
Gu Dashu not only refrained from claiming credit but also continually flattered him, so Feng Chuan gladly befriended him.
Even though Feng Chuan spoke about becoming sworn brothers with Gu Dashu, he inwardly looked down on Dashu.
He despised Gu Dashu for being poor, entering the casino with pockets cleaner than his face, and being too timid to borrow silver to gamble, only able to stand at the card table by flattering him.
