Ling Feng was completely taken aback by how meticulous Zhang He was, so he nodded and said to Ye Qian, "Thank you, I hadn't thought of these things!"
Ye Qian smiled, "You're welcome!"
At that moment, the waiter brought breakfast, and Ling Feng looked at Yang Guang, "Knowing you would come, I ordered extra portions for a few more people!"
Yang Guang responded with a pout, "That's old news; I don't eat that much anymore!"
Li Fei'er also laughed, "Exactly, uncle, you're never around. Yang Guang is just like us now, okay?"
"Uh, I really didn't know that!"
Ling Feng laughed, "But it's fine; with you and Ye Qian, let's all eat together and try not to waste!"
After breakfast, it was half-past eight, and the final match started at nine, so everyone tidied up and went downstairs.
At that moment, the gambling hall was already full of people—media reporters, spectators, committee members, and so on—the scene was very lively.
