Fatty stood behind Qin Feiyang.
Lu Xingchen walked to the chair in front and sat down, looking at Qin Feiyang with a smile, "Actually, I quite envy you."
"Envy me for what?"
Qin Feiyang was taken aback, asking.
"I envy you for having such a loyal group of subordinates."
Lu Xingchen said.
"Don't you have them too? What's there to envy?"
Qin Feiyang smiled and said.
"It's different."
"Most of my subordinates are my descendants. It's natural for them to be loyal to me."
"But your subordinates are all strangers met by chance, yet they remain loyal to you, and that's the fundamental difference."
Lu Xingchen sighed.
"Do you know where the source of this difference lies?"
"Although they serve me, I treat them as friends, as family."
"But you, you treat them as real subordinates."
Qin Feiyang replied.
"Friends, family..."
Lu Xingchen murmured, then chuckled, "Born into a royal family as you were, you must know that for people like us, friends and family are too far removed."
