Bab 1141: Too Infuriating

"Nangong, it's your turn."

Old Master Nangong's face turned one shade darker, and he slammed the chess piece onto the chessboard.

"Heh, what's the meaning of that? We've just started and we don't even know who's going to win yet. Even if I win, you shouldn't throw the chess piece!"

Thinking of his little docile bunny-like granddaughter, Old Master Nangong's eyes gleamed red with anger. He sneered at Old Master Chi, "Old Man Chi, don't think I don't know what you and your conniving second son are planning!"

The conniving Second Brother, who sat in his wheelchair, looked at Old Master Nangong in confusion. "..."

Did he do anything wrong?

All he did was brew the old man a pot of tea and made him some pastries!

Could it be that all the bad guys nowadays, like him, knew how to cook?

"What are you talking about?"