C382 Wood Spirit

The night of the ninth.

Zhang Haorann ate a meal with his family, enjoying the tranquility of the night and the warmth of the family.

"Son, your dad likes this place too much. The only bad thing is that no one is going to play chess with your dad." Fong Hui said with a smile.

"No chess?" Zhang Haorann said, "Leave this to me. When I came here, I saw some villagers like to play chess