"Continue," Xiao Feng urged.
Because Hui Yi had been holding his pose of "looking up at the sky at a forty-five-degree angle" for a full minute.
Xiao Feng was worried that before Hui Yi could continue speaking, a tear might squeeze out from the corner of his eye, making it a case of "tears falling before words are spoken".
Hui Yi sighed leisurely, "Boss, even if I don't say it, you can tell that my juniors are—at best, naive; at worst, brainless. Rushing out like this, they're bound to suffer big setbacks."
"So you're like a mother hen protecting her chicks, not letting them out of the cage for their own good?" Xiao Feng shook his head and chuckled, "In my opinion, it's not a bad thing to suffer some losses and get deceived. The earlier the better."
Hui Yi smiled wryly, "I understand this principle... Have you ever been a father?"
"Have you?" Xiao Feng retorted.
"I left home at a young age and followed my master. Of course, I haven't."
"Then why bring it up?"
