C509 Mind

"Well, what do you think?" Song Yu blinked her eyes and looked at Zhou Tian, showing a mischievous look.

Zhou Tian chuckled and said: "Of course I'll take my word for it. I guarantee that you have a ninety-eight percent chance of being able to draw that good lot."

Ninety-eight percent? The man couldn't help but sneer in his heart. He didn't know how many times he had played this trick.

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