Wyatt Winslow loved playing chess more than anything, but he never had time for it.
In truth, Holly only knew that her father loved chess; she never knew why.
It was because she used to crowd around him, shouting in her sweet, childish voice, "Daddy, Daddy, you're so amazing!"
"Daddy, you're the best in the whole neighborhood."
"Daddy, teach me! I want to play too."
Wyatt Winslow didn't refuse. Holly Winslow grinned, pulled out some money, and placed it in front of Wyatt. "Five yuan a game. Come on, Dad. I'll cover you. Quincy the Puppy, you're on your own."
Mortimer Quincy shot her a glance and pulled some change from his pocket, placing it in front of him.
In his past life, Mortimer Quincy had specifically learned to play chess to win his father-in-law's affection.
But he was truly no match for Wyatt Winslow.
He lost seven or eight games in a row until all his pocket money was gone.
