“What the **** is going on with you? I won’t answer the phone when I call you, and I should not call you!” He Yan asked Jian Yubo angrily.
“I don’t like being interrupted when I play chess.” Jian Yubo replied.
“You…I’m your mother!”
“What’s the matter with you?” Jian Yubo asked indifferently.
‘S gaze is still on the chessboard, and his slender index and middle fingers are pinching a sunspot, and he is about to place it.
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