"Master Fuli... are you scared?"
Seated in the boss chair, Lin Ying suddenly looked at Master Fuli and asked.
Master Fuli, who was looking at the smooth tabletop and had a slight urge to jump up and test its slickness, turned to glance at Lin Ying, who was speaking to him.
Master Fuli thought for a moment and said, "I, Ansheng, don't speak in grand terms, but I always firmly believe that I am a classical and simple fox."
"Who is good to me, who is not, I, Ansheng, have my judgment."
"The rites of Confucius and Mencius are protocols, and the physics of Galileo and Newton are also principles."
Master Fuli, with a face full of certainty, patted Lin Ying's hand on the chair's armrest.
Ansheng does not understand the past contributions and bloodshed the elders of the Lin Clan have done for the clan.
