Soon, another man walked out of the elevator.
The man was wearing a khaki trench coat and a suit and trousers underneath. He was quite tall, with a refined and delicate appearance. He wore gold-framed glasses on the bridge of his nose, exuding an air of elegant and gentle grace, as gentle as jade.
He had an air of scholarly refinement about him, clearly someone who had grown up in a cultured environment.
And it was to this man that Zoey, who had just walked out of the elevator, was smiling.
As the man stepped out of the elevator, Zoey walked alongside him.
The two seemed to be conversing, their conversation lively, as Zoey's face was always beaming with a smile.
When Zoey talked to the man, she looked up at him.
When the man listened to her, he also looked down at her.
The man's gaze was gentle, and Gary White even detected a hint of indulgence in his eyes.
Zoey seemed to like the man too, for her eyes softened like water when she looked at him.
