Teacher Qiao Is Teaching

It was a little cold outside, and there were fewer people on the streets. Fang Yusheng stood outside the shop alone like a fool. Even though he felt a little cold, he still stood upright. No matter when or where he was, his image could not be ruined, and his persona could not be destroyed. Finally, he heard Qiao Jiusheng's voice coming from inside.

"It's done."

Fang Yusheng quickly turned around and returned to the store.

The moment he entered the house, he immediately felt extremely warm.

He walked over and rubbed Qiao Jiusheng's head, saying, "It's so cold that my heart turned cold." Qiao Jiusheng straightened her hair that had been messed up by Fang Yusheng and could not help but complain to Fang Yusheng, "You messed up my hairstyle just now."

Fang Yusheng ignored her.

He looked at the wall and asked Qiao Jiusheng, "You stuck it on this wall?"

"Yeah."

"Alright, I'll look around."