"Ding Ruola! Do you know you were wrong?" 　　Professor Fang's gaze locked tightly onto the person before him, flames blazing in his eyes. 　　Ding Ruola loosened the suit a little, puckering her lips and acting coy: "Old Fang, I'm hot." 　　"......" Fang Siyuan: Scorching sun, forty degrees — who would still be wearing a jacket! 　　"Why are you learning pole dancing?" 　　"More skills never hurt; there's nothing wrong with it." 　　Fang Siyuan wanted to haul the person in his arms out and give her a spanking, "Starting today, move back home. You can learn pole dancing — I'll hire someone to come teach you at home."