In the courtyard house, the night was tranquil.
The dishes on the rosewood round table had cooled down by more than half, with two bottles of Plum Wine nearly empty.
Wen Shulin and Xiao Meier sat facing each other, each holding a glass of wine, clinking them together.
She held Wen Shulin's hand, her tone carrying a hint of intoxication, "Sister Lin, really, thank you. If it weren't for you, I wouldn't know what to do."
Wen Shulin smiled, "You've said thank you so many times today, do we really need to be so polite between us?"
Xiao Meier shook her head, "Sister Lin, you are really too good to me."
She sniffled, continuing, "Xiao Cheng... he's been too busy lately."
Wen Shulin smiled and comforted her, "It's always like this in the beginning of entrepreneurship, once Dili gets on track, he'll be more relaxed."
