Her hair was matted with sweat, her face streaked with undried tears. Her eyes were wide with terror and fear. The fabric over her knee was torn, faintly showing bloodstains. But the most shocking sight of all was the wound on Lin Cuihua's forehead.
The location of the wound, the force it must have taken... it made An Ning want to turn right around and kick that scammer one more time.
"Mom—"
"Ning'er! How are you? Are you okay?"
"You scared me to death! That damned bastard, he insisted you were in a car accident and on the verge of death."
"I didn't have any money, and they wouldn't save you!"
Lin Cuihua clung to An Ning, sobbing, the fear in her heart slowly melting away.
For a mother, there was no greater fear than something happening to her child.
An Ning held her mother, a cold light glinting in her eyes. 'I let them off too lightly.'
