"You don't know—our country's women are too small and thin. Molun doesn't like them," Li Shaobin said with a laugh.
"What type of women do you like? I'll introduce you to some," Zhan Mingwei said. "I'm afraid you'll be led astray by Shaobin if you hang out with him every day."
"Hey, Zhan Mingwei, what do you mean? How am I leading people astray? I'm very straight." Li Shaobin sat up straight purposely.
The three ignored him. Yan Molun took a sip of wine and thought carefully. He stared at the dark red liquid in his hand and suddenly smiled. "I think it's quite interesting if a woman's a little obscene."
"Obscene?" Song Chuyi's eyebrows moved. He coughed softly. "Don't tell me you're more interested in someone like my wife."
"No way." Yan Molun shook his head.
Li Shaobin gave him a thumbs up. "Molun's taste is strong indeed but you'd better look overseas then. Our Chinese women wouldn't be able to take your size."