Ding Liang was hugging his foot as he watched the two people go flying; compared to those two brothers, his own foot suddenly didn't seem to hurt that much.
"Did you two get brain hypoxia from doing push-ups or what? Didn't see these two chicks standing here for ages? So many groomsmen and not a single one thought to carry them? They were waiting for you two. That bit just now about 'plenty of chances to get back at you'—did you really think they were just talking? Everyone knows the Guard Team girls have hearts as small as pinholes. Sigh, careless, so careless."
Ding Liang pinched his little fingers and shook his head, then followed the crowd, ready to head out.
He Qing and Li Dongguo exchanged a look and nodded in perfect sync. Why was it the three of them against the Guard Team girls, yet in the end only the two of them got kicked by them?
Just as Ding Liang was still going on and on, his arm suddenly sank as the two pounced on him like hungry tigers.
