C283 A Father and Son Contest

Tang Xinmeng curled her lips and cried, "Wah!"

Moh Shichen quickened his pace, picked Tang Xinmeng up and asked, "Mengmeng is playing chess well. Why is she suddenly crying?"

"Daddy!" Tang Xinmeng looked back at the white chess pieces on the chessboard. She felt wronged and cried even harder.

Moh Shichen followed her gaze and roughly guessed it