When Luo Xinyue really arrived at the small courtyard of the elderly with a feather duster on her back, she successfully saw the old man seriously studying the chessboard with a manual in hand, and her eyes welled up: "Dad..."
"Hmph, report to the commander, I have brought the prisoner as requested, awaiting your orders!"
Luo Qianqian saluted the old Master Luo, who was playing chess, with a serious face.
Old Master Luo lazily lifted his head and looked at Luo Xinyue with the feather duster, holding back a laugh. But he went along with his granddaughter tormenting his son—serves you right for never coming home, serves you right for worrying your parents, serves you right for playing dead!!!
"Hmm, good work. Prisoner, go pour us a cup of tea." Old Master Luo beckoned to Luo Qianqian: "Come see what move to make now."
Luo Qianqian leaned in, but her face was blank. The best she could do was play Gomoku. How could she say anything here without embarrassing herself?
