Seeing Deng Yihang in such a fluster, breathing heavily, Lin Youwen asked with concern, "Did something happen?"
"No, it's nothing." Deng Yihang steadied himself against the door frame and raised his hand, gesturing in front of him to assure Lin Youwen not to worry.
After a few deep breaths, his respiration gradually calmed down before he finally asked, "Has Master Chen come to your house?"
"Master Chen?" Lin Youwen immediately denied it, "Only my future son-in-law came, not the Master Chen you're looking for."
Anyone Deng Yihang would call a master must certainly be an extraordinary person.
It wasn't that Lin Youwen looked down on Chen Wei, but at his age, the chances of him being referred to as a master by Deng Yihang were incredibly slim, if not nonexistent—it was just too far-fetched.
Lin Youwen thought that Deng Yihang was probably confused from playing too much chess and setting up too many strategies, which led him to make a fool of himself by coming to his own house.
