When the parents of Jia Kun arrived in all their furious glory, what they saw was this scene.
Their precious son, who they'd pampered for decades, was now curled up on the floor like a dog.
And his usually normal leg was now bent into a bizarre angle, a sight that was horrifying at first glance.
Mother Jia, who had always led a sheltered life, was not used to such a spectacle, especially when the person involved was her darling son whom she had pampered for so many years. She almost fainted on the spot.
"My son! Who did this to you?"
A howl erupted from her mouth as she threw herself beside her son Jia Kun, who lay on the ground, bewildered with pain.
"Who the hell dared to bully my son! I'll make them pay a thousand times over!"
With venomous curses, Mother Jia's sharp gaze swept over the bystanders.
