When it came to Chinese chess, she just knew how to play; you couldn't really call it any kind of skill.
Mr. Xiao, on the other hand, actually had some attainments in this area. Crushing her took only minutes, but father and daughter treated chess as a way to kill time, so they didn't get too serious about it.
In two hours, they only played three games.
Just after four o'clock, the doorbell rang. She hurried over to open it. Three people were standing outside; she knew two of them, and although the third was unfamiliar, she could already guess who He was.
She greeted them obediently and politely: "Uncle Li, Aunt Li."
"Rourou, you're getting prettier and prettier."
The visitor was none other than the Uncle Li that Mrs. Xiao had mentioned to her the other day.
The Li Family and the Xiao Family didn't count as any kind of prestigious clans, but this Uncle Li and her father had been friends for over twenty years.
