In the evening, Lin Anning returned home, and Zhang Fenglan told her about the loud and showy trip the second room had taken to the city.
Afterward, she was somewhat worried.
"Who knows how they'll treat that old woman."
Lin Anning wiped her rain-drenched hair, responding irritably.
"However they treat her, it's her own choice. We've done what we should have. Mom, have you been taking the medicine I prescribed every day?"
Zhang Fenglan came to her senses, nodding obediently.
"Yes, yes! I dare not ignore what my daughter tells me."
"That's good, then. I'm going to give Brother Ankang his acupuncture treatment and will return later."
Lin Anning changed into dry clothes and left the house with an umbrella.
When she arrived at the educated youth spot, Huo Ankang was staring blankly into the rain curtain outside.
Only when he saw Lin Anning did he come back to reality.
"Brother Ankang, why aren't you inside? Didn't you just recover from a cold?"
