Song Zijie was just about to ask Gu Jiaojiao when she had met Gao Xiangming at the farm they all went to, when he heard her speak.
"Aunt Song, Zijie's wound is healing very well. If you want him to recover even faster, we can try acupuncture."
"Jiaojiao, you can make the arrangements. We have no objections," Aunt Song said, shooting her son a meaningful look.
"Sister-in-law, my mom's right. You can make all the arrangements," Song Zijie immediately agreed.
Even if his mom hadn't given him the signal, he would have followed Gu Jiaojiao's arrangements anyway. Who wouldn't want to get better faster?
"Jiaojiao, will performing acupuncture take up too much of your time? After all, your exam is in two days."
Uncle Song had taken his youngest daughter home to study before returning to be with his wife and son. He chose his words carefully before speaking.
