"Dad! Can't you tell these two groups hate each other? Let's go!" Li Jiasheng tugged at Li Han, standing by his side, but Li Han's eyes were only on the gambling funds, and he wouldn't listen to his son's words.
"Qu Jiarong, what exactly do you want?" Liu Hun restrained his temper and asked Qu Jiarong, knowing that if they both bid up the price to woo Li Han, neither would benefit in the end.
"I'm looking for trouble with you! What can you do about it?" Qu Jiarong held his head high and gave Liu Hun a sidelong glance, appearing very provocative.
Liu Hun, not willing to let such a rotten apple spoil the whole barrel, suggested, "Isn't it just because I won your money and made you lose face? How about this, I'll gamble with you for one round, and the loser is decided in that round."
"Sure! But what we bet on is up to me," Qu Jiarong suddenly perked up.
"What do you want to bet on?" Liu Hun asked.
