"Radical? Was I radical?"
Li Ye shot Lu Jingyao a suspicious glance. Seeing the calm look in her eyes, he suddenly felt as though he were playing the lute to a cow.
"Heh, perhaps! I've always been like this."
Although Lu Jingyao had gone abroad and seen much of the world, although ten years of tempering had already put her ahead of more than ninety percent of people in this era, she was still trapped within the limitations of her times without realizing it.
The Chinese language was the root of the Chinese nation. If even the Chinese language was cast aside, it was no different from throwing away the key to one's home.
Were children who could not speak Chinese not foreigners?
If they did not even possess the most basic sense of identification with Chinese culture, if they did not even understand "leaving one's native land and returning to one's roots when the leaves fell," then what were they if not foreigners?
When overseas countries prospered, they could not desperately try to squeeze into foreign circles, then, once China prospered, wear yellow skin and black eyes while speaking fluent foreign languages and claim to be Chinese, could they?
A sugarcane could not be sweet at both ends. You could not want to take every advantage for yourself.
However, Li Ye's casual admission that he had "always been like this" displeased his little sister, Li Ying.
Li Ying said directly to Lu Jingyao, "My brother isn't radical at all. He has always treated people kindly and spared them whenever possible. If he were radical, he wouldn't believe that a gentleman could take revenge even after ten years. He'd believe that a gentleman took revenge from morning till night."
Li Ye: "..."
Principal Chang: "..."
Lu Jingyao: "..."
Everyone else