"You've got the medicine already, it's enough if I'm in the office. Go home and take care of your dad. Your mom can't manage him alone."
Gong Liang got up in a daze, nodded somewhat stiffly, muttered a thank you, and drifted away.
He really did drift away.
It was obvious Gong Liang was completely absent-minded, as if his soul wasn't in his body. It was almost written on his face that he was troubled, that he'd been having a tough time lately. He didn't even walk in a straight line, clearly showing he was really shaken.
Gong Liang left the Silk Factory and walked down the road towards home.
At this hour, there weren't many people on the street, just some kids obviously too young for school playing by the roadside, and occasionally a few middle-aged women in a hurry, carrying things.
