"Mom!"
"Wife!"
Both Lin Ya and Father Lin rushed forward to steady Mother Lin.
When Lin Ya saw the marks on Lin Kerou's body, a murderous expression took over his normally calm and gentle face.
"Kerou…" Mother Lin seemed to have regained consciousness. She looked at her daughter and cried pitifully. "Tell Mom, don't be afraid. What happened?"
Lin Kerou opened her mouth, looking terribly troubled.
Tears started to flow even before she could speak.
Mother Lin was heartbroken seeing her daughter in this state.
Beating her own chest, she said in anguish, "I've lived for so many years and never felt as upset as I do now. My poor daughter, my pure and innocent precious daughter! She's been ruined by a rascal like you, time after time!"
Mother Lin was a lecturer in the university, and Father Lin was an elderly artist.
In terms of their ancestral background, they came from a lineage of prominent individuals.
