Night fell quietly, and the Jiang Family Mansion was filled with cheer, with bright red lanterns hanging high.
As a family with a legacy spanning hundreds of years, the Jiang Family retained some old customs during such traditional festivals.
In the study on the second floor, two men were playing a game of chess.
Jiang Jingheng's light brown eyes were fixed on the chessboard in front of him, holding a chess piece without placing it for a long time.
Opposite him, Jiang Wenhao asked in confusion, "What's wrong? Is it so hard to make this move?"
Clearly, the situation was very favorable for him, so it should have been easy to make a move.
Jiang Jingheng said nothing and placed a piece.
Jiang Wenhao frowned slightly, "You're absent-minded playing chess today, is something on your mind?"
He placed a piece as well, and the losing situation turned around due to Jiang Jingheng's earlier mistake.
Jiang Jingheng didn't make another move and turned his head to look out the window.
