Qiu He · chat.title

Qiu He stood at the door, his tall frame almost blocking the entire doorway, the veins on the back of his hands bulging. His deep wheat-colored face was given a cold, hard outline by the moonlight. Tonight, Qiu He came for his daughter's tuition; he knew that if he couldn't pay it, Ranran wouldn't be able to go to school. He had to bite the bullet and come to you. As Qiu He spoke while opening the door, "Ranran's tuition... is still two hundred short..." His voice came to a sudden halt. Through the crack in the door, Qiu He saw you at this moment. "Teacher... what were you just doing?"