1158 Real [End] _3
The young boy did not come in; he only pressed the button outside for her ninety-nine times.
Ninety-nine floors up, there was only an old man with the looks of a youth, his hair white as a crane's. A chessboard was set up in front of him, and he beckoned to Ye Shaohua with a very amiable and pleasant expression, "Join me for a game of chess."
Ye Shaohua hesitated, casting a "are you sure?" glance at the old man.
The old man continued to beckon with a slight smile.
Ye Shaohua nodded.
Three minutes later.
The old man: "..."
Ye Shaohua sat opposite him, expressionless, holding a Hater in her hand and slowly resting it on her leg.
The old man gritted his teeth a bit, and after staring at her for a long while, finally clicked his tongue, "Not bad talent, no wonder you could come back."
He looked at the white goose sitting beside Ye Shaohua, his tone somewhat curious, "So this is a creature from another space? It doesn't look much different from the big white geese in our space."