This isn't a hypothesis, it's a blatant threat. Ji Anning glared at him, his eyes slightly intoxicated, squinting with a smile that seemed both mocking and amused.
She was annoyed yet felt a sense of powerlessness, feeling as if even if she exploded in anger and harshly scolded him, it would be like punching cotton – not only ineffective but possibly getting herself more entangled.
With that thought, she pursed her lips and bowed her head in silence.
Without looking at him any longer, she reached out to move a chess piece, following the same path she had just played with the old master.
Watching her small hand move a knight, Ji Chicheng's lips curved up; he reached out and pushed the cannon to the spot right below the central pawn.
Seeing him make this move, Ji Anning secretly rejoiced in her heart, because he was following the same route her grandfather had taken.