An Hao had never seen Yan Ye like this before; he clearly looked troubled.
Normally, Yan Ye, just like Qin Jian, was a non-smoker, but today, he started smoking. What did that imply? He must have encountered some thorny and annoying problem.
"Teacher Yan, what's wrong with you...?"
Yan Ye lifted his head, noticed An Hao standing at the door, and quickly extinguished his cigarette. He beckoned her, "Come in and have a seat quickly."
An Hao walked into the office and sat on the chair opposite Yan Ye's desk. She asked, "Teacher Yan, are you troubled by something? You seem really distressed?"
"Yes." Yan Ye nodded and went straight to the point, "Qiushu's grandmother had another attack this morning, three months earlier than I had anticipated. She must undergo surgery quickly. If she doesn't have the surgery soon, she might not even last half a month."
"What? It's that serious? Qiushu never mentioned this to me. It seems I need to go and see her." An Hao said.
