"Forget it!"
Old Chen was obviously very familiar with his old friend's nature, and his refusal was exceptionally decisive.
"Old Chen, you don't trust me!?"
Feeling as if the whole world had abandoned him, Liu Xiao Jun's voice trembled with desperation.
"Six years ago, you said there was insider information about the martial arts tournament, that Tong Senyu was bound to win. You trapped me into betting all I had on him, and for the sake of insurance, you borrowed more to bet on him winning the next day, claiming it was to hedge the risks. In the end, that year Tong Senyu came in third unparalleled, and I, I lost everything and was left with a mountain of debt."
"That was an accident, really... besides, gambling never guarantees a win."
Hearing Old Chen bring up past grievances, Liu Xiao Jun's face flushed with embarrassment as he weakly retorted.
