Chu Yang laughed heartily, "Song Wenhao, back when we were in school together, you said, 'The nobility and high officials, isn't it better to have one's own kind?' How come you've become such a yes-man now?"
Upon hearing Chu Yang's words, Song Wenhao's voice suddenly stopped, as if something had come to his mind, and a glint of light appeared in his eyes.
Then that glint of light quickly disappeared.
Song Wenhao said in a low voice, "Chu Yang, we're not students anymore. After all these years, society has already worn away my edges."
"Listen to me, bow your head when you should, it won't do us any harm."
Chu Yang looked at Song Wenhao in surprise, "Oh? Wenhan, I remember you used to be a very different person."
Song Wenhao gave a bitter smile, "Chu Yang, now is not the time to talk about these things."
"We cannot fight against Qian Yimin..."
Song Wenhao was about to continue speaking when Chu Yang raised his hand to interrupt him, "Enough, don't say any more."
"Just watch."
