"Your Excellency, your generous hand, is indeed compassionate." Shen Luo, if he bought this fish, would plan to release, he stepped forward and bowed, indicating his appreciation for the scholar.
"Once, I was also like a fish on a cutting board, at the mercy of others, it's just an act of empathy. After all... it is my undeniable... responsibility," said the middle-aged scholar lightly.
Shen Luo's face was startled, what does this scholar mean?
The middle-aged scholar did not seem to want to explain any further to Shen Luo, he sighed, turned, and walked away.
The young fisherman watched the back of the middle-aged scholar, his eyes flicked and he hurriedly walked away with his fishing gear.
Without any thrill, the onlookers left one after another.
Shen Luo did not move. When the crowd had dispersed completely, he took out his hand which he had held behind his back.
