C1187 The Recluse

"By now, the boss's shop should be open, shouldn't it?" Jiang Shengjun glanced at the clock.

"Open or not, let's wrap up this round of Fight the Landlord first," Bu Shiyi tapped on the table.

Jiang Shengjun forced a wry smile, eyeing the poor hand of cards he'd been dealt, and sighed in resignation internally.

It looked like today's stash of chips was doomed