The Human Trafficker Zhouzhou

He vaguely thought he had misheard and turned to look at the butler, frowning deeply. "Hm?"

The butler snapped out of his daze, wiped his face, and didn't know how to respond. After a moment, he said, "Master Yin, would you like to go and take a look yourself?"

Sensing something was off, Yin Hua put down his chess piece. "Let's go see."

He was sure he had misheard.

Shuo had been taught by him personally; as long as he practiced diligently, he was sure to inherit his legacy one day. How could he be crying?

Could it be that he was crying tears of joy?

Zhouzhou, too, was confused. She looked at Yin Shuo, who was sobbing uncontrollably, and couldn't help but ask, "Are you okay? Why are you crying?"

"I spared you from having to compete in the third round. I'm being so considerate, and yet you seem so upset?"

By the end, Zhouzhou herself felt a little aggrieved.

Yin Shuo muttered, "Well, thank you."