Ying Zheng suddenly heard a vulgar voice coming from the bottom of his heart: Why was dad so angry just now? I'm so hungry that my chest touches my back! He glanced at the disciples and found that the fourteenth son Meng An was slandering him. Fusu was reciting the Confucian scholar's congratulatory message, and I huddled in the corner and secretly said, "I'm done." The old man's face was ashen! Ying Zheng suppressed his anger and said hello in a low voice. Zhao Gao was stunned on the spot. I looked up and met his gaze - he was looking at me.
