Moon Rocks

The moment we step on the second floor, the atmosphere changed, showing the feel of an older themed building. Paintings adorned the walls, and antique furniture added to the vintage charm. 

The office we were headed to was situated at the far end, and from a distance, it appeared to be rather big. It seemed that the owner of the office preferred an open and airy layout. 

Inside the office, I noticed a spacious desk positioned near the window. An elderly man, approximately 60 years old, sat behind it, engrossed in writing on a notebook.

He wore a standard white polo shirt and sported silver-rimmed eyeglasses that complemented his white hair quite well. 

"Dr. Hon, someone is here to see you," the female assistant who had guided me here announced.

"Do I have a meeting?" Dr. Hon inquired without looking at us.

"I'm here to consult with you about something, Dr. Hon," I got straight to the point and introduced myself.