Long Jing glanced at the timid beauty and disdainfully said to Mu Qian, "At a time like this, you think you can confuse me with a woman? Mu Qian, are you too naive?"
Mu Qian sat down on the sofa and then gestured to Zhen Ji, indicating for her to sit over there, and asked indifferently, "Do you know how to play chess?"
Zhen Ji shivered and glanced at Long Jing, her eyes full of fear. She cautiously sat down where Mu Qian pointed, looked at the chess pieces on the table, shook her head at Mu Qian, clasped her hands nervously together, her petite high nose covered with fine sweat.
Long Jing didn't know what game Mu Qian was playing, but he had no time or mood to play with him. Just as he was about to fling the chessboard away, Mu Qian suddenly pointed at Long Jing and said to Zhen Ji, "If you don't know, let your future grandfather teach you."
This sentence made Long Jing stop his actions, "What do you mean by that?"
What's called your future grandfather?
