The dishes on the table slowly increased, as did the number of empty beer bottles beneath our feet. Sun Wen had not eaten much but kept drinking glass after glass.
Xiao Yu began to get a bit overwhelmed, "Eat some food, eat some food, take it slow with the drinking, the beer is filling."
Qin Guanglin took over Xiao Yu's responsibility and clinked glasses with Sun Wen, "Come on, spill it, what was the argument about? Why are you looking so worried?"
"It's a long story, too long," Sun Wen shook his head, "It's too complicated to explain. Let's just drink."
"Three cobblers can equal Zhuge Liang; maybe if we put our heads together, we'll find a solution," Xiao Yu said.
"Right, it has to be sorted out one way or another." Qin Guanglin was also a bit curious.
Sun Wen was usually a cheerful guy, rarely troubled, so it must have been something serious for him to look like this.
"Sigh, worried about a house, a car, getting married, worried about everything, and there's no solution."
