Su Wensong unexpectedly glanced at Granny Su.
Granny Su had always been kind and gentle to everyone, it was the first time he heard her say such extreme words.
He said with a teasing smile, "Granny, what about your upbringing?"
Granny Su snorted coldly, "You can't have manners when dealing with that kind of person."
She looked at her grandson with eyes full of affection.
"Wensong, remember, you don't have to be high-minded all the time, whether you should act superior depends on who you're facing. If it's just a fly, you don't have to tolerate its filth; if it's a rat, you don't have to be lenient with its thieving nature. Tolerance is the practice of self-cultivation, but occasionally quibbling tells others that you're not a fool. The former shows your magnanimity, the latter sets the rules. I have manners that don't harm others, but that's not a reason for you to harm me. I can smile and reason with you, but I can also turn my face and set the rules with you."
