After saying a few words to Song Wei, Hao Yun had already choked twice, and quite severely.
He was truly at a loss for words and couldn't continue the conversation with Song Wei. He clasped his hands together, "I hope brother will enlighten me."
Song Wei took a sip of tea and smiled faintly, "Did you hear what those people outside were saying about you just now?"
Talking about that, Hao Yun slowly lowered his head.
Even though he had a bit of alcohol, he wasn't so drunk as to be unaware. How could he not know? Those people were mocking him for his unrealistic ambitions.
Who wouldn't say the same?
He had faced separation from his wife, an empty house, and barely achieved the status of a child student with financial struggles for purchasing books and ink every time he returned home, leaving his elderly mother worried.
