Xi Shaoqi quickly brought back two boxes of wine with the waiter and said to An Nan: "If it's not enough, I'll go get more."
An Nan nodded slightly, without responding to him. Her cold gaze remained on the man beside her, her tone calm and unwavering: "Young Master Lin, let's start. Don't waste any time."
"Alright then, let's do it." Surprisingly, Lin Mubai did not refuse An Nan's proposal.
A grand mahjong game began, without gambling money involved.
The first round ended quickly, Lin Mubai first, An Nan second, Lan Luo at the bottom, meaning Lan Luo lost. Just when he thought this was a bet between his good brother Lin Mubai and An Nan, and he was merely an outsider, a cup of Moutai was handed to him. His face turned pale instantly: "What does this mean?"
With a faint smile at the corners of her mouth, An Nan looked at him: "What? Can't handle losing? It was agreed beforehand, the loser has to drink a cup of baijiu."
