Lower-class citizen, those in high positions, creating false appearances.
Talking about these things, Zhang Rongfang actually felt a bit repulsed already.
Because regardless of everything, his true identity in this world is actually Zhang Rongfang.
And Zhang Rongfang, was born among the barbarian scholars.
In other words, he is exactly the lower-class citizen that the other person was talking about.
Ning Hongli spoke a lot about how to guide his thinking on these matters.
But the perspective was always to completely separate him from ordinary people.
The two chatted as they walked along the road. Until Ning Hongli had to leave for some reason, Zhang Rongfang didn't say a word, only responded simply.
When night fell and the city lights came on, the night market in the town of Mianqiu also gradually began to set up.
BBQ, pancakes, various fruits and drinks, a faint fragrance wafting everywhere, making people salivate.
But he had no appetite for food or drink at this moment.
