บท 277: Roulette (2)

"I don't gamble really…" she tried to deflect that line of conversation.

"Oh? I thought Dr. Yang brought you here for a change of pace," Zhuo Syaoran blinked once.

The corner of her mouth twitched once. "He is just kidding. I…" she coughed, "cannot afford to bet. Not that I am into gambling anyway."

Mingshen glanced at Jia and slightly pouted. "It hurts me when you say that you cannot afford to bet. Isn't your handsome cash cow right here in front of you?"

"..."

Jia was already feeling the stares of the guests formed in the crowd but now it was even more pronounced. They were sharp, pointed and scrutinizing as if judging every fiber of her being. She could sense passionate questions like -

Who is this woman so close to Yang Mingshen?

Which family does she belong to?

Is Yang Mingshen really fascinated by her?

Is she going to become the Yang family's daughter-in-law?

Isn't she so lucky to get Yang Mingshen's attention?