Zhao Rong found it stranger and stranger as he listened. "Are you still talking?"
Lin Wenruo immediately stopped, glanced at Zhao Rong's expression, and said earnestly, "Actually, there's no trick to it."
After speaking, he folded his middle finger.
"Firstly, I'm not in a relationship with them, I am the master, and they should obey me."
Then, the index finger was also retracted.
"Secondly, don't we Confucians advocate the Three Obediences and Four Virtues for women? My Lanxi Lin family is a clan of poetry and propriety, governing with Confucian family principles. I don't need to worry about this. On the other hand, your thoughts, Ziyu, are quite peculiar."
Zhao Rong thought for a moment, nodded, and also realized that he still retained many concepts from his previous life, but he didn't feel the need to forcibly change all at once; letting things take their natural course was fine.