"Brother Han," Xiao Chendong grinned obsequiously, "How could I not come? It's just that my wife has been acting strange lately, don't know if she's discovered something.
She goes to bed late every time, so here I am, waiting until she falls asleep before coming."
"Hmm," Brother Han took a drag on his cigarette, exhaling a smoke ring, surrounded by smoke, "How much did you bring this time?
Less than thirty won't get you in, small stakes are boring, you'll lose it all in two rounds."
"Don't worry," Xiao Chendong chuckled, "I brought fifty this time, so it definitely won't be small stakes, we're..."
Brother Han finally smiled, making room in the doorway, "Come in."
"Alright."
Xiao Chendong went inside, while Brother Han did not enter immediately. Instead, he stood at the doorway, smoked a whole cigarette, circled around Xiao Chendong's bicycle, and only then went inside.
Not far away, Wen Ran, who clearly heard their conversation, had a complicated expression.
What can I say?
