If someone else raised him, the child might not be so likable.
Lu Beicheng said Gu Nanyan taught him well, and the old man said nothing, continuing to play chess with Little Baozi.
He clearly understood that Lu Beicheng was telling him that Little Baozi's likability was all thanks to Gu Nanyan's good education, and it might not be the same with someone else.
Absent-minded, Little Baozi suddenly reminded, "Great-grandpa, you can't play here, or I'll quickly surround you again."
Heeding Little Baozi's reminder, the old man glanced at the chessboard, "Right, right, great-grandpa shouldn't play there, Linfeng is clever."
Taking back the white piece he had just played, the old man didn't think much, focusing wholeheartedly on playing chess with the little guy.
It was past seven o'clock when Qin Haiyun's call came, and Lu Beicheng then rubbed Little Baozi's hair, "Son, it's time to go home, say goodbye to great-grandpa."