"Qiao Qiao, why did you lock yourself in your room the moment you got home?"
It was the voice of his grandfather, Zhang Qingfeng.
Bai Yuqiao came back to her senses and realized that she had been staring at the computer screen for a long time.
Qiaoqiao, Grandpa is coming in, " Qingfeng Zhang said and opened the door.
Bai Yuqiao quickly closed the chat window with her friends from the media. She grabbed a medical book in a panic and flipped to a random page. Then, she looked at the door.
The door was only half open. Zhang Qingfeng held the door handle with one hand and the other behind his back. He looked around her desk and reminded her in a light tone, " "It's time to pay respects to my teacher."
Zhang Qingfeng was 67 years old this year. He was tall, thin, and spirited. His expression was slightly serious, which was his personality.
