Fuck you!

There were quite a few onlookers, and when Brother Cheng fell, he hit quite a few people.

What are you doing! Can't you handle losing?

Cheng stood up. He looked at Shen Heng, but dared not fight him.

Bai Jiaojiao withdrew her hand, crossed it to her chest, and said, "Alright, Heng-ge, let's reveal the answer."

Cheng straightened his shirt and smiled smugly at Chen Heng: "Little sister, you're so sensible."

Before he could even sit down, he saw Bai Jiaojiao already lifting the two small bowls on either side of her, one in each hand.

"Empty!"

"This little girl actually guessed correctly!"

"You have a good eye!"

The onlookers gasped and applauded.

Yang Fenglin breathed a sigh of relief. Luckily, his sister hadn't listened to him and had chosen the middle one.

However, he is now even more convinced that he lost because of his poor eyesight.

Many of the onlookers would play a round or two, some winning and some losing, but more losing than winning. They weren't as rich as Yang Fenglin, so even if they were really into playing, they couldn't bring themselves to do it. So they just watched Yang Fenglin play.

Yang Fenglin had been losing all afternoon, but Bai Jiaojiao turned the tide as soon as she arrived, giving everyone a jolt.

Cheng Ge was startled: "That's not how it works! You can't reveal it, I have to! This doesn't count!"

"Why doesn't it count? You've already moved them all, the three bowls are right here, what difference does it make who reveals them? What, you can't accept defeat?"

Bai Jiaojiao took back her bracelet: "Since you keep saying you're willing to accept the loss, then pay up. Six hundred and twenty yuan, not a penny less."

"Sis, you're amazing! Your brain works much better than mine." Yang Fenglin was overjoyed that his sister had stood up for him.