C640 Crocodile tears

Saying that, Wu Shufang's mother started to cry, and her voice started to choke.

She took out a napkin from her pocket, wiped her nose and tears, composed herself, and looked at Zhu Qingyun.

Zhu Qing's face was expressionless as he sat there with his head lowered, playing with the towel that was used to wipe his hair.

Humph! Crocodile tears, he thought.

But