Of course, Wen Xinya and Old Mr. Mo ended up having a game of chess, just like she had wished.
It would be the best of three. Wen Xinya lost terribly. But why?
It was because of her poor chess ethics which gave Old Mr. Mo the chance to destroy her effortlessly.
Wen Xinya said indignantly, "Grampy, must you make me lose so horribly? You should have given in to me."
Old Mr. Mo was helpless and amused while staring at her pouting her lips.
Staring at him with glistening eyes, she coaxed. "Grampy, why don't we have another match? I definitely won't lose so terribly this time."
Old Mr. Mo said, "Only Si Yiyan can tolerate you and your poor chess ethics. Go, go, go… look for him when you want to play chess again."
Wen Xinya's eyes widened in shock, at a loss for words.
