Lin Zhiyan, who had deliberately kept her distance from the Luo family for the past two days, stood before them once again.
Her clothes were soiled, and her hair, disheveled from the earlier scuffle, clung to her face. After the ordeal with Chaishi, her eye sockets were bruised and her footing unsteady. She exuded a sickly, fragile, and helpless air, appearing utterly pathetic.
"Aunt..." Lin Zhiyan called out again.
Chapter 39