She quickly stopped talking and turned around to look at Zhang Jingyu in confusion.
"My hair is a mess." Zhang Jingyu smiled again as he reached out to help Gu nianjia brush away the loose strands of hair on her forehead.
Gu nianjia roughly understood what Zhang Jingyu meant. Sometimes, elderly people were like children who were competitive. While children were not willing to lose to adults, elderly people would not be willing to give the game to young people, especially when it came to such a simple and childish game.
If he pretended not to remember, then so be it.
When she was playing games with Lin Xiaoyu at home, she would always give in to him. In fact, it was especially obvious. The little fellow had naively thought that he was really that good and was overjoyed.
As Gu nianjia thought about it, she hurriedly picked up the dice and handed them to Grandpa Gu."I can't remember either. Grandpa, why don't you try again?"
