Gao Zhenhai raised his right hand and patted Mei Zimo on the shoulder, offering him a few words of comfort, yet he suddenly changed the topic, speaking with some difficulty:
"However, Brother Mei, we had an agreement beforehand. A wager must stand if there is to be a winner or a loser. If we break the rules as soon as they're set, wouldn't that be too much of a slap in the face?"
"It's nothing for someone like me, but it's different for Young Master Zhong."
Following his gaze, Mei Zimo saw the cold-looking man dressed in black, feeling somewhat panicked, he tightly grabbed Gao Zhenhai's sleeve, and said, "This..."
"But, this wager is too..."
Gao Zhenhai waved his hand and said with a smile, "But didn't Brother Zhu also use his beautiful servant as a wager? This was agreed upon before the spring hunt, and naturally, a beautiful servant must be exchanged for another beautiful servant, unless you, Master Mei, have some treasure comparable to your Mei servant."
