"Chen, you've had some drinks tonight. Wait until you've sobered up before leaving." Liang Chen's mother also stood up, her face falling as she watched her youngest son, who rarely came home, preparing to leave again.
"It's nothing." Liang Chen said as he put on his coat.
Liang Yuan, who was sitting on the sofa, put down the magazine he was reading, raised his head to watch his departing brother, and stood up to say, "I haven't had any alcohol tonight. As it happens, I have to go out anyway. How about I give you a ride?"
For the past few months, Liang Yuan hadn't grown tired of extending olive branches to Liang Chen. However, Chen had always disregarded his efforts, and their fraternal relationship seemed to have frozen over.
Seeing her eldest son's repeat attempt to make peace, Liang Chen's mother immediately chimed in, "That'll work. Chen, you can hitch a ride with your brother and come pick up your car when you have the time."
