"Haha, there's no father and son on the battlefield, and deceit is fair in war, haven't you heard? You keep taking the same route every time; you can't blame me for cornering you!" Xia Qingqian, the winner, spoke with a different aura.
"Brother Yao! You're back?" Beitang Huan stretched lazily! Seeing Beitang Yao standing behind Xia Qingqian, she exclaimed.
Xia Qingqian heard it too, put down the chess piece in her hand, stood up hurriedly, and turned to look at Beitang Yao.
Her eyes suddenly became misty, her mouth twitched a little, and she smiled, "Yao, Young Master Yao..."
The man in front of her seemed to have lost weight; his face was as pale as paper, and there was a hint of deep fatigue between his brows. He must not have eaten well or rested properly.
"Yes, I'm back." Beitang Yao smiled at her and spoke softly.
