Ran Qingchen looked utterly bewildered.
At that moment, Fang suddenly clapped his hands lightly, pointing towards Ran Qingchen.
Seeing this, Mo Bailing chuckled and said, "Jiang, you may compose a poem, but it must be about Lord Ran."
Compose a poem for my wife?
Jiang Shouzhong, who had planned to recite "Goose, goose, goose," suddenly froze and looked towards Fang.
The latter, with a teasing smile, winked at Jiang Shouzhong as if he had seen through something, seemingly saying... brother, the opportunity is yours, whether you grasp it is up to you.
Now the center of attention again, Ran Qingchen felt somewhat annoyed.
She glared fiercely at Fang, and said to Jiang Shouzhong, "Stop composing poems, just play chess with him casually, it's okay if you lose."
The woman feared that the opponent was deliberately making Jiang Mo look foolish.
At worst, she herself would strive to obtain the Dragon Slaying Sword and give it to Jiang Mo all the same.
