"Thank you, Grandpa Song," Lin Fan said.
When Song Wenming heard that, he could not help but reevaluate Lin Fan.
At such a young age, it was already very good to have such superb chess skills.
Moreover, he was so humble.
It was really rare!
"Lil Lin, shall we play another round?" Song Wenming asked.
From 'young man,' he became 'Lil Lin.'
It was obvious that Song Wenming had already placed Lin Fan in a very high position in his heart.
"Why are you still playing Go? It's Jiaxin's birthday today. Why is everyone standing here and watching a game of Go?"
A hoarse voice came from behind.
Then, a white-haired old lady slowly walked out.
"Grandma!" Song Jiaxin stepped forward to help her up.
"My good granddaughter!" Huang Chunlan smiled.
"Grandma, it's still early. Let Grandpa play a few more rounds. It'll be fine..." Song Jiaxin said.
