"Ngh…"
The woman curled up on the floor suddenly let out a low groan, breaking the stalemate in the room.
"Ahh… That really hurt a little…"
Watching "Mother Lin" rub the back of her head as she stood up, Lin Sanjiu felt her eye begin to twitch. 'This is bad. It's two against one. Never mind that one of them is a tall, burly man—I'm so exhausted my limbs feel like jelly. I don't even have a single ability to protect myself…'
"Mother Lin" stood up straight and cracked her neck. When she turned her face back, she had transformed into the spitting image of an unfamiliar boy of about seventeen or eighteen.
"Geez, seriously. Of all the people in the world with both parents alive, we just had to run into an orphan…" the boy grumbled to his companion without even glancing at Lin Sanjiu. "Father Lin" nodded silently and took two steps out of the bedroom.
