Qiu Xia's smugness,
Mo Jun's cold sneer.
Gao Ritian's look of disdain.
The three of them undoubtedly saw Xiao Tianyu as nothing more than a laughingstock and a fool.
But it's no wonder, wagering with them with just a lottery ticket worth two yuan, what else could he be but a fool?
The first number matched, but that was merely a coincidence. There are still thirty-five numbers to go; the odds are extremely low, practically impossible. After all, in the past decade, only one person in the entire Celestial Capital has won the first prize.
However, everyone couldn't understand why Xiao Tianyu remained so composed; could it be that he was genuinely confident? Hard to imagine.
Thirty-six number balls, number three has already come out. What will be the next number ball?
The big ball on the screen was still spinning, and everyone's gazes were fixed on it. Soon, they saw ball number two roll out from the big ball, following the track, straight to the bottom.
