Driven by the principle that it's better for two people to be unlucky together than just one, Chen Yingjie yelled, "Su Huai'an, get down here!" Humph! Waiting for this snail, there's no way he should be the only one suffering.
Mr. Su turned around and only then realized that what was supposed to be two referees somehow became one without him noticing. This darn kid is slippery as an eel.
"You impudent brat, get down here—no wonder I always lose at chess, it's because the referee wasn't chosen properly."
Wearing a smoky gray wool sweater, Su Huai'an appeared at the top of the second-floor staircase, probably half-asleep from being yelled at. His slightly curly hair was a bit messy, looking quite different from usual.
"I'm coming!" Unable to deal with the two old men, Su Huai'an listlessly descended the stairs.
"Cough, cough, cough..." Su Hai, seeing his grandnephew's pitiable state, gently said, "It's mealtime already, why are you still coming down?"
