"This Evil Dragon, keeping it doesn't seem cheap."
Thinking of Vivian's desperate pursuit of wealth, Ning Fan suddenly felt like he had made a losing business deal.
"Mary, keep an eye on her to avoid any embarrassing mishaps."
"I understand."
Mary felt a bit of a headache; how did she not notice the child's money-obsessed side.
She seemed pure as a white lotus, yet this materialistic demeanor was nearly insane.
The gaming table was still crowded with people, leaving Ning Fan standing in a secluded corner.
Mary and Vivian followed him like little assistants.
Mary occasionally glanced curiously at the table but firmly held Vivian's hand, fearing she would succumb to temptation.
The minimum bet at this table was one hundred, with a maximum of ten thousand.
Apart from guessing big or small, one could also bet on points here. However, such a flamboyant style was really against Ning Fan's low-key nature.
