C137 Simple Play

Whoosh.

Lin Fann blew at the fifty chips in his hand. He looked at the baldy with eyes filled with disdain, "Who are you calling poor?"

"Hmph, scolding you like a pauper."

Waving the chips in his hand, the bald man said with a smile, "Do you see that? The ones I have are called chips. You can keep your fifty chips for New Year's."

"Oh, poor bastard