Tang Zelin scratched his head, feeling somewhat agitated. Just as he reached for his pocket, a cigarette appeared before him.
Qu Guo'an said, "Here, take one on the house."
"Thanks." He took the cigarette, lit it, and placed it between his lips.
After a couple of puffs, he suppressed the inexplicable irritation and began to speak, "It's not what you think. I don't know what's going on. When I don't see her, I'm fine, but as soon as I see her, I always want to take advantage of the girl." He finished speaking and let out a long sigh before turning to look at Old Qu.
On Tang Zelin's face was a deep helplessness that Qu Guo'an had never seen before.
Qu Guo'an said, "..."
That's a tough one...
Tang Zelin flicked the ash from his cigarette and said, "I, Tang Zelin, have lived for many years and have seen countless women. I don't even know when I became like this, always thinking about bullying a young girl."