Shen Li stared at his phone and spoke with difficulty.
"Second Brother..."
Lu Huaiyu had already dialed the number.
Old Master Lu seemed to be busy. After a while, he answered, "Huaiyu, what's the matter?"
Thud...
The sound of a chess piece landing on the chessboard could clearly be heard.
Lu Huaiyu paused.
"Grandpa, it's--"
"Hey! Mei Yanqing! You can't have regrets when you place the chess piece! Why are you regretting your move again?" Old Master Lu's energetic voice came from the other end of the phone.
Mei Yanqing was very impatient.
"My hand just slipped. What's the problem?"
Old Master Lu almost wanted to flip the chessboard:
"Your hand slipped? Your hand slipped the first time. How many times has this already happened?"
Mei Yanqing's voice was even louder than his.
"I'm eighty! My hands don't work properly!"
This sentence was so shocking that even Shen Li could hear it clearly.
