The seven years between me and Zha Gong

Fang Qiyan froze for a moment, stopped talking, and looked a little unhappy.

He took a puff of cigarette irritably, and muttered: "What friend, I asked you to make up lessons in high school and helped you decorate the house. Why is she free? She still calls you a teacher, why does she call you a teacher?" ..."

Lan Weiyu was annoyed by his nagging, and said in a strong tone: "Are you annoyed? And don't smoke in front of me from now on, I don't like to smell it."