Sixteen or seventeen years old. A bet of over two hundred thousand. An all-in of over two million. A payout of over a hundred million! What kind of scene did this string of numbers paint?
Watching Qin Fan, who wore a smirk of casual arrogance and remained indifferent to the reactions around him, Zhou Xueman furrowed her brows tightly in shock.
On closer thought, the current Qin Fan seemed to have overturned everything she thought she knew about him. At his home, he not only dared to criticize—even mock—his own father, but also proposed sleeping with her as a condition to annul their marriage arrangement.
Was this the same spineless loser who didn't dare lift his head and could only swallow insults and endure humiliation?
