While Guan Yu was swearing, Chuchu had already swum over to Cheng Zhirang, splashed twice, and "snatched" the last transparent ball.
Zhang Li and the others sighed heavily in disappointment.
She stayed there without leaving, flipping the ball over and over to inspect it, mumbling to herself as she tilted her head to look at the slip of paper inside.
"It's a face powder!"
Cheng Zhirang didn't even blink, playing with the turtle pig in his hand, nodding politely and distantly to her, indicating everyone got the point.
Since the ball was snatched, the result of the bet was already clearly visible.
Li Yang painfully calculated the number of points Lin Lian could receive: "My five points, Brother Huai's three points, Zhang Li and Xu Cheng each five points, Brother Cheng's ten points... Lin Lian, you earned a fortune with the least points!"
Lin Lian was in a good mood: "Thanks for letting me win."
