Pei Chenyang lifted his head and immediately saw Zhao Mengmeng's rebellious expression, contempt mixed with smugness, not bothering to hide it in the least.
He clenched the chess piece in his hand, which under Zhao Mengmeng's provocative gaze, landed on an uncertain spot.
"Mum, wouldn't you know if you looked for yourself?" Zhao Mengmeng said, hugging her mother's arm and pointing out something specific.
Pei Chenyang's loss was not just a defeat, but a crushing defeat.
Surrounded by Zhao Father, all the edible pieces had been taken. Could it be described with just the word 'disastrous'?
Zhao Mengmeng felt as if she had defeated Pei Chenyang herself, suddenly experiencing a sense of exhilaration.
"Uncle's chess skills are extraordinary, I am indeed no match." Pei Chenyang placed down the last piece, and as expected, it was eaten by all of Zhao Father's pieces. Pei Chenyang was completely beaten.
