Just as the man sat in the wheelchair, cherishingly flipping through the photo album in his hands, footsteps suddenly echoed from the hallway outside.
Immediately following was the sound of the doorknob being twisted open from the outside, the door being pushed open, and then the sound of leather shoes stepping on the floor was heard.
A tall man in a black overcoat walked in with large strides.
And at this moment, his handsome face was filled with an extremely cold demeanor.
Hearing the sound, the man in the wheelchair paused his hand flipping through the album. He slowly turned his head to look at the man who had just entered, his gaze stopping on his face, full of cold aloofness and devoid of warmth.
"You finally agreed to see me," he said with a self-mocking tone, noticing the man who only appeared late at night.
"She just fell asleep," Noah Drexler gave him a cursory glance, then pursed his thin lips, and said.
