The two started playing chess, with Liu Fusheng always feeling strained, but somehow he always managed to have a slight advantage. It was a perilous game, which fully aroused the tension inside him!
After five consecutive games, Liu Fusheng had mostly won by a narrow margin, winning four and losing one, which was incredibly satisfying for him.
The people who used to play chess with him always deliberately let him win, which he found quite boring.
When he looked at the time again, it was already past nine in the evening.
"Young man, I am getting on in years. Today, we are truly worthy opponents," he said.
"Can we drink?"
"Of course we can."
"Good, let's all have a drink together!"
Once the room atmosphere warmed up, He Yanrong knew very well that tonight's matter was settled!
Every time Liu Fusheng drank, the Shanghai Three Aunts would also raise their glasses.
Half an hour later, everyone had quite a bit to drink.
