Li Wenshan sat at the table, already eight parts drunk, with empty bottles strewn across it, somewhat befuddled.
Liu Chen hurried over and asked, "Third Senior Brother, what's wrong with you? Drinking so much all by yourself?"
Li Wenshan looked up, bleary with drunkenness, and managed a smile for Liu Chen, "Junior Brother, you're here!"
"Yeah!" Liu Chen sat down, shook a few of the bottles, and sure enough, they were all empty. He must have had an awful lot.
"Third Senior Brother, what's gotten into you?"
Li Wenshan was slurring his words, saying hesitantly, "Come on, Junior Brother, let me toast you."
As he spoke, he took out a bowl, poured two brimming cups, and before Liu Chen could even speak, Li Wenshan downed his in one gulp.
"Third Senior Brother, you'll drink yourself to death if you carry on like this," Liu Chen said with blunt concern.
