Lin Hao looked up instinctively, to be met with the familiar face of Qin Ruan, filled with anger.
Still startled, he asked uncertainly, "You... are you Qin Ruan?"
Qin Ruan's face darkened instantly, a fierce aura radiating from her.
Her icy, moonlit eyes flashed with a cold light, her exquisite face revealing a grim and hostile visage.
Red-faced with anger, her cheeks puffed out, Qin Ruan pointed at Lin Hao with trembling fingers, "I'm your father!"
The familiar tone brought Lin Hao relief.
His body went limp, a sensation of having survived a calamity washing over him.
The Qin Ruan before him was indeed the Qin Xiaowu he knew, no doubt about it.
As expected, her temper remained volatile when she was angry.
A twinge of pain passed through his right wrist, prompting Lin Hao to look down.
His right hand was hanging limply. Any effort to use it resulted in excruciating pain.
"Your hand is broken."
The words came from Huo Qiang's cold voice, very close to his ear.
