At this moment, the entire second-floor hall was so silent you could hear a pin drop. The atmosphere suddenly became oppressive, so much so that no one dared to breathe too deeply. The onlookers gathered together, their gazes fixed on Sun Zhe and Zhou Chenhao, as if these two men were the true stars of the banquet.
In the midst of the silence, Zhu Yan suddenly reached out and tugged on the corner of Sun Zhe's shirt, pulling him aside.
"Ah Zhe, stop fooling around! Do you really have to gamble with someone like him?" Zhu Yan was so anxious she was on the verge of tears. "And you're betting your life... If you lose, what will happen to Qiaoqiao and me?"
Ye Qiao came over next, her voice choked with tears as she pleaded, "Brother, let's not gamble. Let's just go home, okay?"
