From the outside, the warehouse appeared very dilapidated, with the roof tiles falling off in disarray. Inside the warehouse, came the sound of children reading aloud. Xiao Xue and Luo Guoqing walked to the broken-down window and looked inside.
Inside the warehouse, there were about twenty desks, making it look very cramped. The oldest children looked about twelve or thirteen, and the youngest about six or seven. It seemed that children from several grades were mixed together for class.
The teacher giving the lesson was a very young lady, and based on her attire, she didn't seem to be from the countryside.
"What's this teacher's name?" Xiao Xue turned her head to ask Zheng Dayong.
Zheng Dayong said, "Her name is Su Bingyan. She's a university student from Beijing and has been volunteering to teach the children in our village for almost a year."
