Chapter 115: The Game_1

The strategy of not giving in was undoubtedly successful. Soon, Xia Zhenghe was rubbing his palms together and brought out a chessboard, smiling, "Come on, let's have a match. I've been studying the game diligently these days."

Chen Yang nodded in agreement.

Fifteen minutes later...

Xia Zhenghe was glaring with wide eyes, complaining, "Kid, can't you let me win a little?"

Chen Yang: "You didn't ask me to let you win..."

"Ah, that's it. I'm too old, too old. It appears my mind can't keep up with you young ones."

Xia Zhenghe pushes the chessboard away, letting out a sigh.

Chen Yang felt a bit guilty, but still showed no signs of relenting. If he had intentionally lost to Xia Zhenghe, the latter would undoubtedly keep expecting him to stay for hours, playing chess on end.

For this reason, Chen Yang could only apologize and mercilessly shatter Xia Zhenghe's confidence.

"Oh, Cousin, you're here?"