"I won't give up," Sang Qiao said without calling out Mr. Sang Senior but instead carefully surveyed the chessboard.
Finally, she found a suitable position to reverse the disadvantaged situation.
The two played chess as if no one else was present. Although Sang Siyang was ignored, he couldn't bear to leave and just stood there, watching Sang Qiao and Grandpa play.
Sang Nanfeng had left Sang Jiao to be dealt with by others below. When he came back, he saw the scene of the confident glow on the girl's face as she placed the chess pieces decisively.
Even without the chance to talk, they couldn't bear to leave as they rarely had the opportunity to see Qiaoqiao.
Old Mr. Sang couldn't make a winning move and could only think of taking them back, especially since he still lost.
"Qingran, come and take my place. I don't believe that Qiaoqiao can keep winning!" Mr. Sang Senior blustered and gestured to his grandson beside him.
