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As the night deepened, Zhong Xiaoyu's beautiful face flushed red with anxiety. Looking at the money in his pocket, he went to someone else's pocket for nothing. Even a rich girl like her couldn't help but feel a little vexed.

"He sure is pissed." Zhong Xiaoyu slapped another bill, blew on it, and said unwillingly.

"Miss, this thing depends on luck." Among the four of them