Moreover, Qiu Mingli was carrying the keys just now. How did the keys end up with him? He suddenly recalled that when he called last night, he had spoken to the old administrator, but the man had been curt and dismissive. Could it be Qiu Mingli?
"Here, this is yours." Qiu Mingli, oblivious to what Xu Ke was thinking, searched for a moment before finally finding Xu Ke's name. He handed an envelope to him.
Xu Ke took it and stared at Qiu Mingli.
"What's wrong?" Qiu Mingli asked, taken aback.
"Teacher, did you become the administrator here?" Xu Ke asked slowly.
At his words, Qiu Mingli stiffened. He didn't answer directly. "What's wrong?"
"What happened?"
Xu Ke immediately understood. That was his former teacher's tacit admission. Something happened to Mr. Qiu.
Seeing Xu Ke's insistent look, Qiu Mingli gave a wry smile. "It's a long story. Let's not get into it..."
"Why not? Tell me. We students can all help you," Xu Ke said, clenching his teeth.
