Yolanda laughed out loud. "So what if you were the one playing? We both would've looked bad if we lost. I was so desperate just now, but when I heard you say that, I wanted to laugh."
Giovanna didn't blame Yolanda. She knew what she was capable of.
It was foolish to judge a person solely on their appearance, which made one more susceptible to being deceived by others. She raised her eyebrows, a cocky smile playing on her lips. "Do you dare to make a bet with me?"
"Bet on what?" Yolanda wasn't afraid of her.
She was clearly about the same age as her, yet she always acted all profound and unfathomable, as if she was some mysterious big shot.
But sometimes she did act the part quite well, her eyes like sharp swords that could pierce through her. "If we're going to bet, let's bet on somet
