"Dad, why do you grab anyone just to play chess with you? We're about to have dinner, and besides, you're a professional player—Wei has no chance against you. You're just bullying him," Lin Huayin stood up for Chen Wei.
"What? You're not even married off yet, and you're already taking his side? Don't worry, Dad will go easy on him." Lin Youwen had his own way of sizing up people, different yet equally effective as face-to-face meetings—he understood people through chess.
"Huayin, since Uncle wants to play, I'll just play a game with him. Just one game, it won't take too long."
More than the rest of his words, it was the first two that caught Lin Huayin's attention. She blurted out without thinking, "What did you call me?"
"Huayin, is there a problem?" Chen countered.