At this moment, if Wen Tianlei folds, all the chips he raised belong to the opponent, but if he doesn't fold, he can only call.
After careful consideration, Wen Tianlei took one last look at the cards in his hand, took a deep breath, gritted his teeth, and raised as well.
Originally, the chips were already twenty million at a single bet, and five times the chips...
Jun Xiangyi held her breath, grabbing Xu Mohan's hand, as if she were at the gambling table herself.
She was extremely nervous.
"Old Xu, who do you think will win this time?"
"Seeing your uncle-in-law so happy, do we even need to say the result?"
Jun Xiangyi's gaze shifted across the table, only to see Long Yubei smiling triumphantly between his brows. "Looks like my words were right. Nan Yuesheng's several billion fortune won't last her old age."
