"Dad, you're smoking again."
As Zhao Gang and Gong Tao finished setting up their tools and returned indoors, Gong Ruini sniffed the air and showed her dissatisfaction.
Zhan Jing immediately turned her gaze toward Zhao Gang upon hearing the smell of smoke.
"You're smoking again?" Zhan Jing asked calmly.
No way, how is there still a smell? Zhao Gang was almost crying; he specifically stood out in the cold wind on the snowy ground for quite some time, yet there was still a smell. What is going on?
Zhao Gang felt unfairly treated, and Gong Tao was also secretly regretting not stopping Zhao Gang from smoking. Now his own daughter was executing collective punishment, seriously wondering what she was thinking.
"There's a big snow coming tomorrow, I'm going up on the roof to shovel it." Zhao Gang would rather do some work than stand foolishly in the snow blowing in the wind.
