"Hmph!" Mo Fan laughed at himself and said, "I have always been a sick cat, a sick cat who is pitied by others."
"But..." Mo Fan stood up straight, his eyes flashed, and he said in a deep voice: "So what?"
"Have I experienced little ridicule and insults over the years?"
"He is allowed to be crazy, he is arrogant, and he is allowed to be arrogant."
"I still go my own way, and let others say otherwise."
A strange smile suddenly appeared on the corner of Fusheng's mouth, and he said: "Tell me, where is your road?"
Mo Fan lowered his eyes slightly and looked at the scorching sun in the distance. He raised the corners of his mouth and said slowly: "Freedom."