"Snap!"
With a decisive move, Wang Shouzhe placed his chess piece and said indifferently, "Annan, you've lost again. It seems you're still too young, impulsive, and lack the patience to refine your chess skills."
Wiping the sweat from his forehead, Wang An Nan bowed with his hands clasped and replied, "Annan thanks the great grandfather for his criticism and guidance. I will definitely quiet my mind and train hard."
Though his words were gracious, he was inwardly scoffing, blaming the great grandfather for venting his frustration on him after losing too many recent games.
Lately, it had become common gossip around the Ding Duke's Mansion that Wang Shouzhe was a terrible chess player, unable to defeat even his father Wang Shida, and could only gain a cheap sense of superiority by stepping on him, Wang An Nan.
"Master Shouzhe is mighty indeed."
At his side, a woman wearing a veil, exuding an extraordinary aura, was softly fanning Wang Shouzhe.
