Su Liang saw Peng Qian again, his consciousness had cleared up, with watery eyes and weak voice he murmured, "Thank ... thank ..."
"For the sake of your elderly father and your child, I hope you won't give up on yourself. You will get better." Su Liang's expression was serious.
Peng Fan's gaze fell on the rabbit purse at Su Liang's waist, looking at her with a faint curiosity and exploration.
Peng Qian was in poor spirits, so Su Liang only spoke briefly with him, and left after administering the acupuncture.
Today there was no plan on what to do, so Su Liang asked the old housekeeper if the tea garden was far away.
The old housekeeper said that there was a large tea garden near Lingyin Temple in the suburbs of the city, and Su Liang could go at any time if she wanted to.
"Let's go for a walk then, and prepare some food and fruits." Su Liang instructed.
Half an hour later, Su Liang left the house and got on a low-key luxurious carriage heading towards the tea garden.
