On the third day of the Lunar New Year, Lu Liang went out for a stroll, made plans to catch up with a few old friends, chat, drink, and celebrate the Spring Festival.
What used to be endless conversations had turned into an alcohol-fueled game of Mahjong.
And just as the game began, a series of urgent phone calls ripped apart the rare opportunity for an annual reunion.
"Jianwei, that woman at home is a real tigress, ferocious beyond words."
One of the old friends sighed, clearly not the first time experiencing such an occasion.
"What about you?" Lu Liang asked with a smile.
"Me? A man's got to have some style. I say 'one,' and she wouldn't dare say 'two.'"
In the middle of his boast, his phone rang. Answering the call, his expression immediately changed: "Alright, alright, I'm coming right back."
His demeanor slightly embarrassed: "Liang, Gui, you guys enjoy. Something's come up at home; I'll have to go back first."