"Thank you, Dad." Xiao Ye expressed his heartfelt gratitude.
"Mm." Yao Father nodded, his attention returning to the chessboard.
He thought deeply, furrowing his brows.
After a while, his voice suddenly grew louder, "Xiao Ye, were you trying to distract me just now?!"
Xiao Ye froze.
What did he do?
"This game doesn't count. We're starting over," Yao Father said directly.
Xiao Ye's gaze paused—was Yao Father cheating?!
Xiao Ye remained silent, watching Yao Father rearrange the chess pieces.
Once rearranged, they began again.
As usual, Yao Father made the first move.
The atmosphere between them grew very quiet, almost tense.
