Listening earnestly to Han Yingying's words, Shen Mosheng quietly reflected on whether he was indeed biased as a man.
After reflecting, he realized he hadn't objectified women but his thoughts were narrow and stereotypical, which instantly made him feel guilty.
"Yingying, you are right. I have indeed been narrow-minded and outdated, I will certainly correct myself."
"Were you convinced by my words?" Han Yingying asked somewhat proudly.
"Yes, listening to your words is better than reading books for ten years."
Amused by his literary manner, Han Yingying couldn't help but poke his cheek, "Silly look, if you hadn't always been like this since you were young, I would have suspected you had traveled from ancient times, always speaking so bookishly."
Shen Mosheng was somewhat embarrassed, "Since childhood, both my grandfather and father spoke like this, influenced by what I heard and saw around me. However, I have already changed a lot."
