Zhang Qiang looked toward Chen Momo's apartment again and whispered, "Bao Long, let me tell you, the two women living across the hall... tsk tsk, they're quite the beauties. Especially the divorced one with the kid—she's a real looker!"
The tattooed man scoffed, entirely unconvinced. "A divorced woman? Even if she's pretty, how good could she really look?"
Zhang Qiang gave a lecherous smile. "Bao Long, that's where you're wrong. Haven't you heard that mature women still have their charms? What's so great about young girls? It's the young wives who really have that special flavor! Besides, this woman isn't old at all. She looks no different from a young girl!"
The tattooed man's interest was piqued. "Hearing you say that, I'm actually getting curious!"
Zhang Qiang leaned close to his ear and muttered a few words. The two of them cast a malicious glance at Chen Momo's door before walking away with loud laughter.
