The cards scattered across the table, she stood up, her voice filled with bitterness, "Hannah Winter, you..."
Before she could finish, the host on the side quickly tugged at Tiffany Lynch's clothes, indicating that they were live and she was going off-script.
Hannah's smile deepened and innocence filled her clear eyes, "You said there was nothing wrong with losing. It seems you were just consoling yourself. You truly have foresight."
——Is Tiffany Lynch pissed off? It's just a game.
——Winning or losing in a game is normal. After all, it was Tiffany who said there's no need for courtesy. Is that a slap in the face now?
——If you can't accept losing, why play at all?
——Did Hannah cheat? How did she beat them with just sixteen cards?
Reading the barrage of comments on the screen, Tiffany Lynch was forced to put on a smile and sit back in her seat, "You really play well!"
The smile was perfect, but her tone was undeniably sarcastic.