Bo Jinghang sat beside Old Master, his forehead covered in cold sweat. The muscles on his face twitched uncontrollably!
This was called "inept"?
She didn't even know how to play chess. She didn't even know how to walk the fields and couldn't cross the river. How could she say that she wasn't good?
It was simply impossible!
Okay?!?!!
Where did her confidence come from?!
"Sister-in-law… When did you start playing chess?"
Bo Jinghang couldn't help but complain. He covered his eyes, not daring to look at the messy chessboard.
"Just now, I saw your brother playing a game… with the Old Master."
When they first arrived, Bo Jinchuan had taken half of Bo Jinhang's plate.
"Then why did you say that you couldn't finish it?"
"Yes, I think I understand," said Shen Fanxing solemnly.
"…"
"…"
The surrounding air seemed to have frozen.
It felt like it was piercing her lungs.
