Linton City, the Smith Family residence.
With Martin Harper's support, Finn Smith staggered into the house.
"Darling, what happened to you?" The bejewelled Mrs. Smith exclaimed as soon as he entered the door, rushing over in concern, "Good heavens, how did your face end up like this?"
Finn's left cheek was as swollen as a pig's head, and his forehead was cut. He was already not that good-looking, and now he looked even more like a pig!
Mrs. Smith only had one son, and she doted on him so much that she would pluck him stars from the sky if she could. It was because of this that her twenty-seven-year-old son, Finn, hadn't found a proper job yet, causing trouble everywhere he went.
"Martin, what happened? Who did this to my baby's face? Tell me!" Holding her groaning son, she helped him sit down on the sofa, then immediately turned to interrogate Martin who came back with Finn.
