Yun Mo's words filled Yun Qing with self-reproach. His son's excellence today was all thanks to Old Master Yun and Deng Jiaru. He indeed failed as a father. He swore to himself that he would treat his son and his family doubly well with the remaining time.
At this moment, Qiaoqiao walked in holding a fruit platter, saying as she walked, "Dad, mom asked me to bring you some fruit. She also asked how much longer you will be playing and when you can have dinner."
"Oh?" She placed the fruit platter beside the coffee table and took a good look at the chessboard set up, "You finished a game so quickly? Ah, Amo, how could you keep picking on Dad? He must be letting you win on purpose. I remember when you and Grandpa played chess, I knew Grandpa often deliberately let you win."
Yun Qing chuckled and said, "Amo doesn't need me to let him win. His chess skills have become incredibly masterful, always full of surprises. Lately, I've been studying his moves, but they are never the same."
