The silver left by my mother amounted to a hundred taels, Zhao Jun gave it to Lu He, and she was in a good mood for those few days. This was undoubtedly an unexpected windfall.
Everyone was smiling happily, and it was rare that no one gave him trouble.
With this sum of silver, they continued to stay in Qingfeng Town to treat his throat.
Afterwards, Lu He routinely teased him, bullying him for not being able to speak, as if she were seeking revenge for all the grievances she had suffered at the Zhao Mansion. The man's face often turned gloomy.
When the woman wasn't looking, a touch of tenderness would also appear.
A month later, the medicine took effect, and Zhao Jun could speak.
In room number three.
Lu He, Doctor Zhang, the shopkeeper, and the waiter with a pockmarked face were all there, eagerly watching Zhao Jun.
