"What do you mean 'what's the matter'?" Ma Dong smiled as he continued, "I'm fine. Just wanted to drink a bit. Maybe I drank a little too much… hic."
"Is that so? Then I'll accompany you a few rounds." His shot glass was refilled and Wang Zhong immediately emptied it into his mouth.
"Fuck, are you trying to kill yourself!?" Ma Dong was so frightened that he immediately sobered up. He hastily snatched the glass away from Wang Zhong's hand and cried out, "You idiot! You can't even hold your liquor so stop pretending."
Wang Zhong felt a scorching heat within his throat, but spoke through it, "We can talk about those matters now, right? You should just speak about whatever problem you're facing. Even if I can't offer any help, you should feel slightly better afterward. Don't suffer through it yourself. Naturally, if it's because you're unable to get a girl, then you can just go drink yourself to death."
