Qin Nanyu, although he had chosen the Computer Science Department, held no less respect for the elderly professor than for any professor in the Computer Science Department.
He never would have imagined that, years after their parting, the next news he heard of the old man would be of his death.
"Follow me."
Zhang Lingying looked deeply into Qin Nanyu's eyes, capturing the grief within them, and then turned to lead them upstairs.
Ji Weitian had looked over the bed and breakfast thoroughly when she came in.
If she remembered correctly, both rooms upstairs were locked.
Initially, she couldn't understand why the rooms upstairs were all locked, whereas the ones downstairs had their doors casually open.
Now it seemed that the second floor must have been where Professor Zhang had lived when he was still alive.
"The room on the left was my dad's bedroom; the room on the right was his laboratory."
