Zhou Qun thought for a moment and said, "Hey, we're neighbors, and it's rare to be out here together in the middle of the night. Help me figure out what I can do."
The group fell silent for a moment, mainly because they couldn't really think of anything Zhou Qun could do. Going all out for some venture was out of the question—he wasn't that desperate. They all shook their heads. Zhou Qun sighed heavily: "Look, I'm the one with the most to worry about."
The six men sat under the night sky, feeling the chill and their worries.
Everyone had their own burdens—this was the life of middle-aged men.
As a younger member of the family, Zhuang Zhixi was genuinely concerned about Zhao Guihua's potential trip to Guangzhou. Ever since his mother had inquired about Wang Xiangxiu's goods procurement the previous day, Zhixi had sensed that his mother, who was anything but an ordinary old lady, was itching for an adventure.
