Ou Xiaolong was too anxious to think straight, and Zhuo Weidong didn't know how to advise him anymore. When someone gets obsessed with an idea, it's impossible to persuade them otherwise.
"Actually, if your daughter really has the ability to captivate Yi Anguo, that's not necessarily a bad thing for you, right? At least your company could rest easy," Zhuo Weidong said.
"Good for what! Yi Anguo won't marry her. Even if they get together, she'd just be one of his women—nameless and without status, bearing his children. What's so good about that?" Ou Xiaolong said, agitated.
Thinking about Yi Anguo's situation, Zhuo Weidong realized it was true and didn't know how to console him anymore. Then, reflecting on his own predicament, he started feeling anxious and upset and began to drown his sorrows in drink.
Neither of them was in a good mood. They raised their cups to drown their sorrows, only to find them growing deeper, and soon they were both drunk.
