Gao Jinhua left behind a check and departed; Liu Qing, who had made over a hundred thousand, was too lazy to ask for it, and they left the entertainment room one after another.
"Visitors harboring ill will, what bad ideas are they concealing?"
Watching their retreating figures, Lu Liang fiddled with the chips in his hand, and suddenly the chips exploded like a goddess scattering flowers over his hands.
"Mr. Lu, then I'll get back to work."
Lin Yan hurriedly pushed all her chips toward Lu Liang.
If it were just a few tens of thousands, she might have let it be, but the key point was that she had earned more than seventeen million. With so much money, she really didn't dare to accept it.
"What are you giving this to me for?" Lu Liang stopped Lin Yan, who was about to leave, and also wrote a check worth eight million.
Picking up the ten-million check from the table, he solemnly handed both to her: "You wouldn't want me to break my word, would you?"
