C1628 The Bet Was Not over
Looking at Soong Zhebin, number 11, wiping the sweat off his forehead and bowing to everyone with a smile, in VIP room number 1, Jin Minying's crystal clear tears could not help but roll down. Beads that looked like broken strings slid down her pretty face one after another, but she did not make any sound. Fann Binn sighed lightly and put his arm around Jin Minying's shoulder