Sure enough, it was the cat named "Granddaughter," currently curled up on its owner's lap, sleeping.
Unconsciously, Jiang Mingyue was drawn to the chess pieces on the board.
"Does the young lady understand chess?" asked the old man, who seemed retired and very amiable.
"I know a bit." At that moment, Jiang Mingyue's mind flashed with a blurred image, as if someone was teaching her to play chess against a backdrop of mountains and flowing water. She was being guided by someone, yet whenever she tried to see the person's face, it remained unclear. She tried hard, and finally, this time, she saw his chin—it was really good-looking, a perfect jawline.
However, it seemed familiar, reminiscent of Yan Jinzhi.
Jiang Mingyue blinked; had she forgotten that it was truly him?
The old lady pushed the chess pieces aside, "Not playing, it's boring. Young lady, since you know how, why don't you and your Grandpa Tian play a game."
A look of anticipation for her to embarrass herself.
