Author: Ye Fei Ye
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Su Zhinian had no intention of acknowledging Tang Nuo's glance at him. He leaned against the back of his chair elegantly. His own hand reached for the tile and added it into his wall. His tapered finger glided over his wall and discarded a 'two dot' tile.
Song Qingchun unconsciously raised her eyes to look at Su Zhinian, who was seated to her left. She reached for the tile from the board. The words that reached her mouth were swallowed down her throat.
That was her winning tile… He was feeding her another win…
Tang Nuo commented in a weird and meaningful tone, "Su Zhinian, what is up with you today? Your mah-jongg skills are not this bad normally."
Su Zhinian really did look like he was having the worst luck that day. Ever since Song Qingchun had sat at the table, he had not won one round and kept discarding tiles that caused her win… Before Song Qingchun could recover, Su Zhinian tossed out yet another "two dot". Then, he even turned to look at her. However, noticing her lack of r
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