Then came Lady Lin's mournful howl, "That's right, I said yesterday I wanted to go up the mountain, and the damned person I saw looked somewhat familiar. Wasn't it that little bastard from Li Family? He was covering his face, and I didn't recognize him at first! This brain-chopper! My husband, your injuries are so unjust ——"
Jindou and his brothers were dumbfounded by the important information conveyed here.
What does this mean? Was Dad harmed by someone? That little bastard from Li Family? Which Li Family?
Jindou couldn't hold back any longer. He rushed in and saw his grandpa, grandma, and aunt with grave expressions on their faces, his fourth uncle's eyes red with anger, and his own mother, Lady Lin, kneeling before his unconscious father, crying a river of tears.
"Grandpa, what happened? Was my dad harmed by someone? Which Li Family?"
