Since he was young, Jiang Guo had always felt he wasn't a good person.
Now, standing in front of Zhong Xingyue's father, hearing him spout such shameless talk, Jiang Guo felt that he himself was a pure, unblemished angel.
To talk about selling his own daughter with such righteousness, this old gambler really was one of a kind.
"Oh, Old Zhong, I didn't see that coming, you've got quite the sense of loyalty, eh? Offering your daughter up for fun to the Master?"
"Isn't it without cost?"
At that moment, Jiang Guo asked with narrowed eyes.
At the mention of money, Old Zhong's eyes lit up like tiny light bulbs! Money, that was the lifeblood of his domain in the gambling arena!
Now, with an embarrassed smile and rubbing his hands together, he flattered, "Hehe, the Master is known on Hong Kong Island for his generosity, I believe he will give me a few bucks at least."
