The director asked in a muffled voice, "Do you... just hate foxes that much?"
Little Taotie thought of the White Fox in his dream, who spoke so gently, yet every word made one uncomfortable.
Then he thought of the Empress of Qingqiu, the ruthless one who directly threw her daughter into the Mortal Realm.
And then the smelly grey-haired fox in the play.
Little Taotie counted on his fingers, "Two-faced, ruthless, stinky."
The director was stunned, suddenly slammed the table, and glared angrily at the scriptwriter beside him, "I told you there's something wrong with your script! Insisting on adding Qingqiu, insisting on adding foxes, and claiming it's following the trend! Damn it, where in the world is Qingqiu, and even if there was a Qingqiu, why should foxes be in charge? Everyone knows, foxes are sly creatures, two-faced, ruthless, and stinky! Look, even a six-year-old kid understands!"
