Then, a middle-aged man strode in.
Herman was almost fifty years old this year. He looked elegant and his hair was half white, making him look a little old. On his face, which was 40% similar to Justin's, his long and narrow eyes had the wisdom of many years.
Iris looked at him.
She hadn't seen him for more than twenty years. He was still wearing the suit he loved the most back then. The years had left traces on his face, making her momentarily dazed.
Then, a gentle smiling woman followed him in. If one looked carefully, one would notice that the woman and Iris's style was a little similar. They were both gentle and elegant.
Unfortunately, the same clothes had all kinds of charm on Iris, but on her, it seemed a little too heavy.
Iris's pupils constricted.
When Herman saw her, he frowned and asked sternly, "Heh, I was wondering who wanted to chase me out? So it's you…"