A group of people looked seriously at Tie Zhu, who had lost some fur, and he vaguely resembled a lion.
"Young Master Wu, thank you for your two hundred million; I also happened to bet on myself to win," Lin Hai added with a smile.
Having lost two hundred million and hearing this news, Wu Ji almost choked on his own blood in frustration.
"We'll see about that!"
Wu Ji gritted his teeth, forcing out each word from between his teeth, then swung his arm fiercely and left.
"Wu Ji is a petty person," Yang Qingqing reminded.
Lin Hai shrugged indifferently and said, "I know he's petty, but what does that matter?"
Yang Qingqing was momentarily stunned, then also laughed and nodded, saying, "Indeed, it doesn't matter."
