When Long San walked up to Li Xiaoqiang, he just stared at him blankly, and tears were streaming down from his small eyes.
He suddenly grinned, and that row of yellow teeth was particularly noticeable.
Li Xiaoqiang didn't say anything; he patted Long San's shoulder, then pulled out a pack of cigarettes from his clothes, put one in his mouth, and handed one to Long San.
Long San hurriedly took out a lighter from his clothes, lit it for Li Xiaoqiang, and then lit his own. They both took a deep drag, and smoke slowly exhaled from their mouths.
Only, Long San took one-third of his cigarette with one puff.
Li Xiaoqiang looked at Long San and laughed, "Still haven't found a woman to settle down with?"
Long San shook his head and said, "Boss, what kind of woman am I looking for? This damn world is like this. If a guy is good-looking, he can grab a handful of women. If he has money, he can get two handfuls of women. If he has money and power, that's three handfuls of women."
