"Eighteen to four, sharp."
In the small house, Mo Xia's expression froze when Jiang Beiran placed a black stone in his hand. She had already thought of how to place the white stone, but she could not place it down.
Looking at Mo Xia's slightly trembling left hand and her tightly clenched fist, Jiang Beiran said,""It's a good idea to rely on the flames of war that are triggered at the corner to spread to the entire area and provoke a full-scale battle with my black pieces, but... If I didn't want to fight, then there wouldn't even be a spark."
Mo Xia understood what her senior brother meant and sighed. She lowered her head and said,"I admit defeat…"
Smiling, Jiang Beiran sat up straight and asked,""Do you know why your plan failed?"
"Because…Because Shixiong has long seen through me." Mo Xia lowered her head and replied.
