Tong Sanlang gazed at the endless forest before him, his sword-like eyebrows knotted in concern.
Deng Chun was in great turmoil, worrying if he could hold on…
"Don't worry, he won't be in trouble." Tong Tiehu raised a hand and patted his shoulder, "He won't be beaten."
"Let's go, it's getting late, staying any longer might arouse suspicion."
It was already past noon at this point, and it would be mid-afternoon by the time they returned to the village.
Seeing this, Tong Sanlang pursed his lips and tightly clenched the small bottle and prescription in his hand, "All right."
Once he returned from the Capital City, he would definitely come again and ask Deng Chun to leave his seclusion.