Stunned, Chen Yong touched the thick gauze on his head and thought, "What's wrong with this old man? Does he regard himself as his escort?" Chen Yong secretly smiled and said, "Why am I free?" However, Chen Yong did not dare to say this. At least he had to be polite to the old man. Moreover, he was recovering at home recently, so there was no big problem to accompany the old man.
Seeing that Chen Yong didn't speak, the old man said, "It's a deal. I should go back and put this chess piece together." Then he got up to exercise his face and turned back to say, "By the way, what's your name?"
Chen Yong came to his senses and replied, "Ah? Oh, my name is Chen Yong."
"Chen Yong." The old man nodded. "I'll call you Xiao Qing from now on."
"Ha!" Chen Yong was stunned. "Xiao Qing?" He was about
