C193 His Father Was Ill

Zhu Changshan rarely spoke with a sigh. He always had a steady and steady look on his face. Although he was not like Lin Maoren, who spoke in a dull tone, no matter what feelings he had, he rarely showed his joy and anger on his face. Today, he actually let out a rare and heavy sigh, which made Zhao Shensan even more curious. He widened his eyes and waited for him to say the following words