บท 103: Were They All So Poor?

Bun wasn't interested in playing games, but Feng Chen knew that he liked demon beast crystals.

"Crystals? Sweetcake's favorite beautiful stone? Okay!"

As expected, when Bun heard that he could receive crystals for winning, he nodded readily.

This was Feng Chen's plan. When the time came, he would deliberately lose two rounds and let Bun win two crystals. He could not hurt the little packrat's young and fragile heart.

After all, his little packrat was the weakest among the family of four.

"How?"

Bun was interested. His black eyes were as bright as gems.

Feng Chen had no intention of really treating Bun as an opponent. After all, the little packrat was only three and a half years old and did not know anything about medicine.

If he was serious, he would be bullying a child.