Chu Li looked at Yang Baoshu for a while and sensed the change in his behavior. "You seem to have some good news."
"... Yes... Yes." Yang Baoshu's gaze subconsciously fell on Xiao Shi again.
Xiao Shi's snow soft arm was resting against her chin. Her porcelain face emitted a gentle glow of warmth under the dim lighting of the lamps. It was pale with a dash of rosy pink.
Yang Baoshu did not think that there was such a beauty in this world.
Xiao Shi stared at the chess pieces without moving. Her dark brows were slightly furrowed as if she was discontented and unsatisfied.
Yang Baoshu felt as though his heart was going to melt.
Chu Li prodded for more information. "So, what's the good news?"
"Oh, oh, I've become a headman in the association." Yang Baoshu tried hard to meet Chu Li's gaze but couldn't help to steal a few glances at the beauty sitting opposite him.