Sitting at the table were five people, each with the demeanor of a boss, glancing dismissively at the suddenly arrived Mr. Jin before losing interest.
Mo Qian had specially disguised himself tonight, with long black hair and a half mask. It was completely contrary to his usual demeanor, like a bewitching figure out of a comic book.
The only constant was his uniquely elegant and charming aura.
Because the woman beside him mentioned she'd never seen him with long hair, he used this method to satisfy her curiosity.
The result unexpectedly amazed Ji Wei.
The only person at the gambling table whose gaze lingered on the two of them was Yamamoto Yu.
His eyes, sharp as a hawk's, were locked onto them, causing Ji Wei's palms to break out in a sweat.
From the moment she first saw that Yamamoto Yu was sitting at the gambling table, Ji Wei felt her heart skip a beat. What a coincidence—they had searched for a long time in the hall, not expecting Yamamoto Yu to be hiding here!
