So the three beasts squatted together, each holding a chicken leg in hand, nibbling on the fragrant meat while swapping sips from that bottle of Daughter's Red.
Li Xiaoqiang munching on the meat, stared at the two women still fighting in the distance and said, "Honestly, I have no idea what goes through the minds of these women, always wanting to win or lose. Is winning or losing that important? To fight over me like this, when night falls, I, Old Li, could just offer myself up for them to share, haha."
Hearing Li Xiaoqiang's words, the two guys gave him a thumbs-up and said, "Haha, Brother Qiang, you really have no shame."
Li Xiaoqiang laughed and said, "Of course, these days, the thicker your skin, the more you can eat. Plus, thick-faced people never lose out anywhere, even when chasing girlfriends, they have a better chance."
Wang Jing raised an eyebrow at Li Xiaoqiang and asked, "Brother Qiang, what do you mean by that?"