Was winning or losing really that important? Chen Yao didn't bother with speculations or bets. Faced with Liang Yingning's words, he maintained an air of detached indifference.
"Acting like you don't know me?" She looked straight at Chen Yao. "I'm talking to you."
Chen Yao switched Little Luchen to his other arm. "I wasn't even looking at you."
And he truly hadn't been.
Liang Yingning was too busy galloping around the track with Xie Qinyang. What was there to look at? My respects, and best wishes to them.
Far more comforting to coddle Little Luchen.
As Liang Yingning passed Chen Yao, she lifted a gleaming riding boot and stomped down hard.
Chen Yao frowned, looking at her in disbelief. "Are you out of your mind?"
Liang Yingning tossed her hair back. "I clearly saw you laughing with the manager as you bet three hundred I'd lose."
So she knew. Chen Yao thought.
