"Every region has its own local customs. The socialites of East Sea are... somewhat different from these folks."
Jiang Chen said ambiguously, which could be considered an answer to Hong Xiaoyu's question.
Fu Zili, who had been quite impressive just now, picked up a skewer of streaky pork and chewed it thoughtfully.
"Xiao Yu, don't be fooled by those who put on airs, acting as if they own the heavens above and the earth below. Those types are often the most insignificant scum. Let me tell you, what's truly frightening are those who keep a low profile, who greet everyone with a kind smile. The world is vast, with countless mountains taller than the last. Remember one thing your big brother Zili says, being kind to others never does any harm."
Jiang Chen felt a bit surprised.
"Why are you looking at me like that?"
