The Other Murderer
Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
His mother, on the other hand, looked like a country bumpkin, dressed in ordinary clothes, and was even a little old-fashioned. She didn't even know how to ride the subway, and her voice was unusually loud, as if she was always afraid that he would get lost.
That timid look on her face made him uncontrollably lose his temper at her.
He picked up the coffee and threw it away!
His mother was a little dumbfounded, as if she was frightened by his sudden anger.
At that time, he had told himself in his heart that he must not let any of his friends in school know that his mother was like this.
Because that would be too embarrassing!
He did not want Dong Sichun to look down on him because of this...
At that time, his mother really wanted to go to his school to take a look, and even said that she would treat him and his good friends to a meal.