The elderly man with the surname Ren's chest heaved as he said, "No, you must play two more games with me."
Ye Fan shook his head with a smile.
"Are you just hungry? If you play two more games with me, I'll treat you to dinner last night. You can choose any hotel restaurant in Hua Hai!" Ren said.
Ye Fan still shook his head.
"What will it take for you to agree to play chess with me?" Ren asked, his eyes widening.
Ye Fan spoke calmly, "Your chess skills are profound, and I admit that I am far from your match. There's no need to waste time."
"You, you... you sly boy!" Ren was so angry he could hardly speak.
Zhou Zhiqian, standing by, was frightened and hastily began patting Ren on the back to help him catch his breath.
"Ye Fan, please just play two more games with Grandpa Ren," Zhou Zhiqian pleaded.
Ye Fan looked at Zhou Zhiqian, then at Ren, worried that he might actually cause Ren's blood pressure to rise and kill him with anger.
