Qi Jincheng's gaze grew slightly heavy as he surveyed the dilapidated buildings of the orphanage.
Everything here seemed to carry the weight of years, especially the roof of the red-tiled house over there, which looked like it could be blown away by a stronger wind at any moment.
He shook off his reverie and spoke, "It's no trouble, this is just a small effort."
"Mr. Qi, for us, this is an enormous favor, not even kneeling before you could repay it," the director said.
The tears the director had just wiped away fell again as he spoke and attempted to kneel down to Qi Jincheng.
Qi Jincheng quickly stepped forward to support the director's arm, stopping his next motion, "There's no need for such formality, let's go inside and sign the contract."
The director forcefully held back the tears in his eyes and nodded, then made a gesture of invitation, "Mr. Qi, this way, please."
