Tang Zelin thought for a moment and said, "There is an old saying that for one's mother, one must be strong. There must be some truth in old sayings."
Qu Guo'an agreed, "When pushed to the brink, women truly should not be underestimated."
Tang Zelin shook his head helplessly and turned around, "Old Qu, let me ask you something."
"Shoot."
Qu Guo'an held out his liquor bottle, and Tang Zelin reciprocated with his own in a clink.
"What's wrong with me that I always want to be near her as soon as I see her?"
Qu Guo'an almost choked on his drink and asked, "What do you mean by being near? How close?"
Tang Zelin stared at his bottle, gently shook it and said indifferently, "Just that kind of close."
"Which kind is that?" Qu Guo'an, this big oaf.
Tang Zelin's dark eyes narrowed, "You've never been with a woman?"
"No, what's up?"
"...Never mind."
"No, you clearly have something on your mind."
"Asked the wrong person."
