When Han Lie walked into the inner small hall, he immediately knew what Fang Tongzhi's so-called "surprise" was.
In the center of the hall, a round table was set up where Fang Tongzhi, Liu Yingjun, Wang Hong, Ma Ke, and others were playing poker. Incredibly, the one serving them wasn't Wang Xiaotian but Dan Zihao, who looked thoroughly chastened from a harsh scolding.
"Little Dan, light a cigarette for me."
"Go, pour me a cup of hot water."
"Damn! What shitty cards! Little Dan, come help me draw a hand. Don't worry, if you lose, it's on you; if you win, it's mine!"
With a miserable expression, Dan Zihao was being ordered around, rushing about the room like a headless fly. But Haohao didn't dare utter a single word of complaint. These senior students wouldn't pamper him; if they got annoyed, they'd actually hit him. So, with a smile plastered on his face, he was extremely obedient.
