"Hahaha..." Zi Qiang laughed loudly, and said: "Little Han, you are only twenty-six, and you are very good at chess like this. Come, come, let's play another game."

So in the afternoon, Zi Qiang took Zhang Han to play chess, and Zi Peng praised him for being okay.

Zhang Han, on the other hand, was able to do it with ease, and sometimes he would reveal a thoughtful expression, which was very face-saving.