"I feel like my life is so miserable. I worked hard to find a job as a doctor, but now I've lost that job too. At home, I'm always arguing with my wife. I feel like I've failed in this life." Zheng Peng, a grown man, was lying on the table, tearfully lamenting with a sad face.
Sun Xingyao couldn't bear to watch anymore; this grown man, crying incessantly on the street with so many people watching, how embarrassing! He even regretted agreeing to come and find him. Now, it seemed to others like it was him, Sun Xingyao, bullying Zheng Peng.
"Are you clear-headed yet? I have something really important to tell you, can you lift your head and look at me?" Sun Xingyao patted Zheng Peng's shoulder.
"Oh, it's Director Sun. Why are you here? Right, I remember now, you said you came to see me for something. What's the matter? Sit down first, let's have a drink together." Zheng Peng said as he prepared to open a new bottle of wine.
