This wretched woman really grew too bold, repeatedly challenging his limits.
"You don't even know how to make this move?"
Seeing him holding his chess piece hesitantly and not making his move, the old Mr. Qi, with a displeased expression, stared at the chessboard thinking he didn't know how to play.
Jincheng snapped out of it and placed his chess piece down in agitation.
Assessing the position where he placed his piece, the old Mr. Qi's cloudy yet sharp gaze swiftly scanned Jincheng's face, realizing his heart wasn't in the game.
Su Beibei sat next to Jincheng, chatting affectionately with Qiu Ya.
When he had replied to a message earlier, she had just glanced at the top name on the chat interface, her heart tightening slightly.
How could Jincheng start chatting with that little wretch Yinyin?
Within half a minute, old Mr. Qi harrumphed, "What kind of terrible move is this? If you don't want to play, just say so. Xiaoliu, pack up the chess set."