The sudden voice startled Summer Sutton, and her face abruptly turned around.
The person who walked in was an elderly man who looked about seventy, his hair starting to gray, but his spirit was still strong.
The old man's walking pace was steady and measured, each step seeming to exude an oppressive force.
When Summer Sutton saw the old man's face, she immediately guessed who he was.
She had done her homework before coming, having seen pictures of the old man online.
Summer Sutton bowed respectfully when the old man approached, "Hello, Old Master Ink!"
The Old Master Ink merely hummed softly, then walked over to the coffee table, picked up a set of car keys, and headed out the door.
He seemed intent on leaving, despite the heavy rain outside, seemingly indifferent.
Even at his age, he still drove himself around.
His behavior left Summer Sutton a bit stunned.
