That night, Xu Fengjiao and Chu Gen sat in the room, their brows furrowed, not uttering a word.
Chu Gen sat on the bed, sighing one after another, his whole person, like a chimney, continuously smoking.
Xu Fengjiao kept sighing; during the day, Sun Yulan had made such an outrageous demand that Xu had been left utterly dumbfounded.
They had been living peacefully and were suddenly asked to move out. And it was not just moving out; they were even expected to renovate the house.
The entire house was shrouded in smoke, and anyone looking in through the windows from outside might have thought the house was on fire.
"Oh, just stop smoking already!"
Xu Fengjiao could no longer bear it, and amid her coughing, she finally erupted.
"Smoke, smoke, smoke! That's all you do every day!"
Xu Fengjiao, frustrated, snapped and raised her hand to strike.
"Oh, what's this got to do with me!!"
