After dinner, Mr. Lin caught hold of Lin Zhaonan, who wanted to hide upstairs, and set up a chessboard in the living room.
Lin Zhaonan resigned himself to his fate and sat opposite Mr. Lin, placing his piece.
"Dad, you've been playing chess for so many years. Why haven't your chess skills improved at all?" Lin Zhaonan asked.
On the chessboard, they fought back and forth, leaving nothing behind.
Mr. Lin was furious. "Who said that I haven't improved? Playing chess with you is so boring. I can't get over my chess addiction at all."
Of course not. The two of them weren't in the same league. Lin Zhaonan's moves were also ruthless, unlike Wen Yanqing's, who would give way.
"You won the game, but you lost the rank. Learn from Yanqing!" You didn't even know to quietly give way to your father!
Lin Zhaonan was speechless. You have a reason for losing?
