After all, Lu Yumei is a woman; it's inevitable for her to be soft-hearted.
At such a time, her reaction being somewhat intense is also normal.
The more intense it was, the more Liu Zhizhong could feel the bright side of her humanity.
Liu Zhizhong was low-spirited, smoking one cigarette after another, revealing all the facts he knew.
Finally, Liu Zhizhong extinguished the cigarette butt and buried his head deeply in his knees, shaking his head, sighing, "If it weren't for having to take the fish home, would it be necessary? Alas…"
Lu Yumei's eyes brimmed with tears; it wasn't an act, it was real.
Especially when she heard about Third Elder Ding's manner of death, under the benevolence of a woman's heart, she truly couldn't restrain herself.
"Alas... It's truly our fault, our fault..." Lu Yumei muttered, sitting down next to Liu Zhizhong as if she had lost her vitality.
She had no choice but to take a tissue to wipe her eyes.
