Chapter 387: Joy Pulse, The Bloody Incident Caused by Stinky Tofu_3

Everyone couldn't help but stifle a chuckle, yet they were touched by Shallow White's words. Their gazes fell upon Zhenzhen all at once, somewhat surprised that a child could articulate such profound philosophies that even many adults might not fully grasp.

"No, it wasn't me who said that; don't look at me like that," Zhenzhen hurriedly shook his head, decisively passing the buck to Mo Yan, who was sipping osmanthus tea: "It was big sister; it was big sister who said it. I thought it made sense, so I remembered it."

Mo Yan glanced at Zhenzhen and smiled at everyone, "That was just something I said offhand; I've forgotten when I said it."

"Though the words are simple and straightforward, the principle is indeed sound," Han Zhiyun remarked thoughtfully. He was the youngest in his family and had been extremely pampered since childhood. Even at an age suitable for marriage, he still idled away his time in frivolous pursuits.