After all, a son is soft and sweet, and it's cute when he acts cute, but if Nie Zhao, who is already old, acts cute, then he's just crazy.

Chen Rou didn't indulge him, just nodded casually, her tone quite arrogant: "It's nothing."

Speaking of her going to the casino, because she is a great beauty, and as everyone knows, Boss Wen of Macau has three wives and four concubines, and his favorite is a beautiful woman, so he paid close attention to her. He even called the casino owner in front of Nie Zhao to ask about the person who was gambling against Chen Rou. It was said to be a big shot in Cambodia, known as the Little Gambling King.

That little gambling king was an expert at Texas Hold'em, never losing a game.

Nie Zhao chatted with the gambling king and several bosses from Macau. Later, the casino owner called to report that Mrs. Nie had won. The gambling king was stunned for a while, and then the game ended. He and his son returned home.

However, Mrs. Nie won against the little gambling king, yet she said she was just throwing it around.

She never liked wearing feminine pajamas; her pajamas were basically the same as A-Yuan's—T-shirts and shorts.

She was still holding the dice, shining a bright light on them, seemingly studying something.

Okay, Nie Zhao has to admit that she was right; in any industry, technology is king.

The electronics industry is an example, as are special forces soldiers, police officers, and the gambling industry.

Although Miss Chen Rou is very modest, she is actually very intelligent. So, Ye Han's casino secrets would be useless to ordinary people. Even if an ordinary person understood them, they wouldn't be able to master them or graduate. But Chen Rou could.

Nie Zhao had always only admired her, a reverent and subservient admiration.

But today he couldn't help but throw a little tantrum, which had nothing to do with his love and admiration for her, and he just had to.

After Chen Rou finished speaking, she ignored Nie Zhao.

Nie Zhao patted his son as he paced back and forth, finally making up his mind to ask, "Arou, do you think I'm a bad person?"

Chen Rou finally looked up, frowning, her eyes seeming to say: What's wrong with you now?

Nie Zhao then mustered his courage and said again, "So in your opinion, I am the same kind of person as Boss Wen, the gambling king?"

Seeing that his wife did not answer, he said with great resentment, "How could I possibly be the same kind of person as him? He has three wives and four concubines, while I only have you as my wife, and there will never be another one. Even though I cannot prove anything to you right now, Miss Chen Rou..."

He held up an eight with his hand, his face full of resentment: "Boss Wen is eighty years old this year. We can make a vow that on my eightieth birthday, the first thing I want you to do is apologize to me, because then you will know that I am not the same as him!"