The students' home was near the center of the city, which was a very interesting residential area. There were also iron doormen and doorkeepers at the door. There were cameras at the bottom of each building, which seemed to be a very safe house.
Her home was on the fourth floor, and it was very suitable to fit in. She remembered that she was not very rich when we were in middle school. Maybe she had been very rich in recent years. Led by her classmates, we walked into the inner room and found a man in his fifties lying inside. He was severely coughing with his head tilted. He was very thin, and his face was as yellow as if he got sick. But he didn't find out that we were coming in. Her classmates quickly helped her father up.
"You are?" He finally saw me. Her classmate briefly introduced
