Zhang Zhicheng frowned, her delicate brows knitting together in anger. Just as she was about to lash out, Chen Xuan calmly stopped her. "No need to waste your breath. I'll just keep gambling. Li Muchen, I'll bet another ten raw stones with you. Win or lose, the stakes must be handed over on the spot!"
"No problem!" Li Muchen eagerly agreed, practically beaming from ear to ear.
Ten raw stones—if not a single one produced jade, Chen Xuan would owe ten million in compensation, which would undoubtedly ruin him completely.
Chapter 90