Immediately, Old Master Han lamented, "Ah, you silly girl, you're getting too big for your britches. Why don't you listen to the wisdom of the elderly?"
After speaking, he rushed forward to help Ye Xingguang retract her last move, saying, "That move doesn't count, that move doesn't count. The kid hadn't thought it through. Play here, play here."
Ye Xingguang was at a loss between laughter and tears. Just as Old Master Han placed the white stone on the board, she picked it up again and placed it back in its original position.
Old Master Han puffed out his beard and glared, "You child, why are you so stubborn, so unwilling to heed advice? You're courting defeat like this."
Ye Shiting couldn't stand it any longer, "Old Master Han, who's playing this game, you or my wife? You'd better sit down and quietly sip your tea. My wife knows what she's doing."
Old Master Han wasn't pleased, "I've eaten more salt than you've eaten rice!"
