Let's not talk about other things.
After all, Mo Xiaoqi is a member of the Mo Family.
If something were to happen to her, how could Wen Mian explain to her family?
Wen Mian was agitated, clutching at Pei Zhiyao's sleeve and not letting go.
In this critical moment, Pei Zhiyao, with unruffled composure, said, "Then let's begin."
The game was civilized indeed.
Fortunately, the club had a Go board available.
As the pieces were just getting set up, Pei Zhiyao gave a reminder with a flicker in his eyes.
"To be fair, best two out of three games."
Ninth Master remained unflustered, not believing for a moment that he would lose.
"Of course, you take the first move."
Pei Zhiyao picked up a black stone and decisively placed it on the board.
Both parties were serious in expression, and the previously noisy room instantly fell silent.
Someone took a deep breath, waiting for the next move from the two players.
"It will be fine, Pei Zhiyao is certain to win."
