ily of three holds hands. Although the brushstrokes are rather immature, one can still see that everyone in the watercolor is brimming with smiles.Looking at the painting, Yang Chen was filled with gu..."Sniper, give me a hand, get to it!" He glanced at the millions of chips piled in the center of the poker table, then at his own cards, his gaze finally falling on Yang Chen."Are you sure"Qin Dayong had already convinced himself that he...