The Injured Lin Feng

"Unacceptable! That's unacceptable! How could he…How could he lie to us! What's worse, he lied to Qiao!" Mrs. Lin was in her fifties, but was still pretty. Her eyes were red right now. While wiping her tears, she was looking at her son with sadness in her eyes and cursing Yang Jianhua through gritted teeth. 

Lin Wenwen was wearing a calm look. She sighed expressionlessly and said, "But, my sister doesn't know about it yet! Well, that's better though. Otherwise, I can't imagine how sad she'd be."

"You're right! Thank god Qiao doesn't know. But she's…" Mrs. Lin was choked with sobs again. 

"I…I'm fine…Don't worry about me…" said Lin Feng. After letting out a mouthful of blood, he actually felt much better.