Seeing the man open the door and stand aside, Farrah gasps with disbelief and points to herself, "I, shall I go in alone?"
So...
Is there something else who wants to know about her other than him?
The man solemnly nods, "Yes, you go in alone. Miss Jones, please!"
Farrah, though, is more nervous. She doesn't know what kind of person could make the man in front of her so respectful and polite.
But no way, she has come, and she does not have the right to choose.
Farrah bites her teeth. She pushes the door open and goes in.
After she enters, the man closes the door behind her.
When she walks into the study, Farrah looks up timidly. She found a white-haired old man at his desk, practicing calligraphy with a writing brush.
In a simple suit, the old man writes with a sturdy brush and vigorous font.
It is at the last word that the old man picks up the brush and sets it on a stand.
At the instant the old man looks up, Farrah recognizes him.
