been so great back then, if I had just been an artist floating between the first and second lines, with a group of fans, maybe not as many as there are now, but enough to earn a living, to be comforta..."Hi, kid" 。Mo Chen greeted the children, unsure what expression to make at this unexpected gift he had never met before. Though beautiful, it caught him off guard. 。When fortune cookies fall from the sky, and you happen to not be hungry, you can't bear to eat them, but you don't want to throw them away either. You want to save them for later. That's how Mo Chen feels right now. 。He smiled a little stiffly, trying to convey his good intentions, but he didn't know if Mori could feel it. 。Mo Chen thought about his future. He would continue to work for the Mafia, find the woman he loved, and have three sons and a daughter. After all, his older brother and Mo Xiaobai had no children, so they needed to have children to inherit the Mafia. 。rried downstairs.Four people had taken turns acting as the banker, but the results were the same every time. It was simply too eerie. Some gamblers who wanted to recoup their losses and were feeling b...