"Who did this!"
Qin Jun's face turned dark as the young heirs who had been with Qin Shuai hesitated, their stories conflicting. A commanding presence radiated from him as he repeated in a low growl, "Speak up! All of you, speak up! Who was it? Who!"
Completely at odds with her usual noble demeanor, Zhou Yun's shrill shriek was pure aggression. "Who was it!" With Qin Shuai still inside, his condition unknown, she no longer cared about her image. Tears streamed down her face.
A shattered kneecap... What did that mean? It meant he could be crippled at any moment! The thought sent her spiraling into a panic. Crippled... Never mind the devastating blow it would be to Qin Shuai, she couldn't even bear to face it herself!
"Uncle Qin, Aunt Qin, we... we really don't know how to explain," the young man who spoke was on the verge of tears. "Can we please just wait for Young Master Qin to come out and ask him? Please?"
