"My thoughts?!"
Mo Li was startled, he didn't understand Feng Yuan's intent, whether it was a casual remark or a test? Without hearing Mo Li's answer, Feng Yuan rested his hands on the railing and said in a low voice,
"Actually, you agree with those people's thoughts deep down, don't you?"
"It's just..."
Feng Yuan said, displaying a mocking smile on his face,
"They detest that kind of person the most. Don't talk about who is more noble than whom, everyone is the same in their eyes."
"Maybe after they have supported several rounds of commoners, you will come to your senses."
Mo Li, holding the teacup, remained silent, Hua Yiyou looked at the blurry surroundings and said,
"Perhaps they understand, they just don't want to understand."
"Besides, does the thought really matter? Do you have any dissatisfaction with his actions?"
"No."
