Meng Jiayi looked at Ma Zhen Nan, then at Yang Fan, and directly pulled Ma Zhen Nan aside: "President Ma, what's the situation, does Yang Fan know how to play?"
"I don't know!"
One sentence baffled Meng Jiayi: "You don't know, then your... your horse is a treasure, if you lose, the horse will be President Zhang's, are you really willing to part with it?"
"What's there to be unwilling about, it's just a game."
Ma Zhen Nan's casual words made him even more confused: "How about Yang Fan's skill level?"
Ma Zhen Nan still shook his head: "I don't know."
Damn, this is crazy, crazy.
Forget it, I don't care anymore, this guy insists on doing this, I can't be bothered, it's not my horse anyway, just let President Zhang continue to brag.
Ma Zhen Nan didn't pay attention to Meng Jiayi's reaction, in his opinion, if Yang Fan was that confident, then there was no problem, his horse couldn't lose.
