Tang Tianxing quietly glanced at Tang Xiaoyue, unable to figure out where his granddaughter's trust came from.
Suddenly, he remembered that every time Tang Xiaoyue mentioned Ning Fan, her right eyebrow would gently raise.
And this micro-expression only appeared under one condition: happiness.
"Could it be..."
At that moment, the slightly noisy scene became deathly silent.
"The outcome has been decided!"
Thinking of this, Tang Tianxing quickly turned to look at the gambling table.
Tang Xiaoyue suppressed her excitement and calmly said, "Grandfather, we won."
Although she had confidence in Ning Fan, predicting he would win, when the results finally came out, her heart still surged with emotion.
"I know."
Tang Tianxing's pupils contracted, then he adopted the calm demeanor of an old monk entering meditation, showing neither joy nor anger.
Even though Ning Fan won this competition, he wouldn't pay too much attention.
