Zheng Xueyun didn't look down on Jiang Guangrong's tears. If a man truly cries in front of a woman, it means he's close to breaking down. Tears also show a man's true character.
Zheng Xueyun gently patted Jiang Guangrong's back with her left hand and touched his hair with her right hand, comforting him in a soft voice: "It's okay, it's fine. She followed Xiao Zheng down a path with no return. Aren't the underground people ready at any time? Get some good rest, sleep, and wake up in the morning. By the way, your brother Rongguang is having a day off tomorrow. He has winter break. He has been admitted to City First University. Can you pick him up? Take the chance to relax a bit."
"I'm a hangman transformed…" Jiang Guangrong couldn't stop his tears, his entire mind a blank, speaking incoherently.
"Alright, it's okay..." Zheng Xueyun patiently patted Jiang Guangrong's back, comforting him like a child.
